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acenolee · 11 months

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BTS Reaction To Hearing You Singing

Not a request but I've been thinking about writing something like this because I haven't been able to stop vibing to BTS's songs lately and someone walked in on me - 🤦🏽‍♀️

Seokjin

“Do you want to listen to music?” Seokjin asked as he passed you the cutting board, a knife, and some salt. “I have a playlist on my phone.”

The two of you had decided to go all out on cooking dinner tonight - for no particular reason - and Seokjin was starting to feel exhausted from the sheer amount of topics you could bring up in just under thirty minutes or so.

So now he was suggesting music in a hopes that it would get you to focus more on cooking rather than striking up a thousand different conversations.

You shook your head. “Not really.” But then you paused and glanced at your boyfriend, whose face was inscrutable. “Well if you really want to it’s fine.”

He shrugged indifferently. "Let's just focus on dinner."

Nodding, you brandished the carrots and set them on the cutting board, beginning to slice them up into 2-3 pieces. A relaxing silence fell over the both of you as you concentrated. However Seokjin's mind had wandered to his career as he watched you cut up the carrots, and he found himself subconsciously humming along to a few of his songs before he finally couldn't bear the silence any longer.

"How about I sing?" Jin eventually suggested.

You nearly dropped the knife in shock, jerking your head towards Seokjin whose eyes had taken a somewhat distant - almost wistful - look to them. You'd asked him to sing for you many times before, but he usually rejected it in fear of overusing his voice. But now that he was the one suggesting it, you couldn't hide your excitement.

"Really?"

"Really."

Seokjin smiled when you nodded eagerly and started to sing Life Goes On. "오늘도 비가 내릴 것 같아, 흠뻑 젖어버렸네, 아직도 멈추질 않아~"

Jin's enchanting voice floated through the kitchen and you closed your eyes briefly, taking a few minutes to appreciate his lovely vocals. And then you also joined in, singing along quietly. You'd never sung in front of him before - you were far to shy to do that - but when Seokjin sung it was like there was some irresistible instinct to join in as well.

"끝이 보이지 않아, 출구가 있긴 할까?" You hummed quietly, and Seokjin paused upon hearing you sing a few more verses with him, surprised at just how gorgeous your singing voice sounded. "발이 떼지질 않아, 않아, oh."

You looked at him in surprise upon realizing that he stopped singing and was watching you. "Why'd you stop?"

A huge grin spread across his face. "You didn't tell me that you could sing jagi. You sounded so beautiful."

Blushing, you turned your head away. "It was nothing."

"It was certainly something." Seokjin insisted, putting his elbow on the counter and tipping his head towards you. "You sounded like an angel~"

"Jinnie~" You whined. "Stop it, you know compliments make me shy."

"But it's true!" He said, coming over to kiss your head and brush the hair from your eyes. "A princess like you only deserves to hear the truth."

Giggling shyly, you shook your head and mumbled thank you. Seokjin was beaming - either because he enjoyed seeing you so flustered or because he was still gushing over your voice, you couldn't tell.

After a while, when you two had returned to cooking, Seokjin asked, "Why haven't you sung for me before?"

"I was too nervous." You answered.

"Aww you're just the cutest thing aren't you!" He poked your cheeks with the most affection smile ever, causing you to redden.

"You have to sing for me more often." He declared. "I need to hear your voice more often - it's like a serotonin boost."

"I don't know..."

He grabbed your hands and tugged you closer, pouting a bit. "Please jagi?"

You hesitated before nodding. "Alright."

Seokjin broke into the cutest smile ever and did a little celebratory dance. "We can sing DNA together - how does that sound?"

"Good." You said, but then he added with a playful - but mischievous smirk,

"You're doing the majority of the verses," Before you could protest, he brought his finger to your lips. "And I'm getting a video of you."

"Hey-"

Seokjin was already reaching for his phone. "C'mon you said you'd do it. How am I going to pass up on such an opportunity to hear you, beautiful?"

Yoongi

"Trust me jagi, you're going to do just fine." Yoongi reassured you, noticing just how nervous you'd become.

He'd finally convinced you too rap some of his lines in Daechwita. Yes, they were difficult but he knew that you were more than capable of rapping to his level - he'd come home on several occasions to overhearing you rap to either his songs or another artist's.

He didn't let it show but he was very excited that you'd agreed - he could hardly sit still in his chair. He'd wanted to ask you to rap for him much sooner but knowing just how shy you could be, he'd waited until you were more comfortable around him.

"Are you sure?" You asked nervously, biting your nails. Yoongi quickly grabbed your hand and pulled it away from your face so you would stop biting and nodded. "I'm sure princess, you can do it. Here, I'll even turn around if it helps. And I'll give you all the time you need."

"Okay."

Doing as he'd promised, Yoongi turned around and waited for you to begin rapping. Glancing up from the sheet he'd given you, you studied the back of his chair for a couple of seconds to make sure he wasn't peeking.

"대취타 대취타 자 울려라 대취타, 대취타 대취타 자 울려라 대취타, 대취타 대취타 자 울려라 대취타." You rapped the first couple of verses. Although Yoongi felt like he was going to explode with excitement upon hearing your voice, he remained silent. "대취타 대취타 자 울려라 대취타, 빛이 나 빛이 나 내 왕관이 빛이 나, 잊지 마 잊지 마 지난 날을 잊지 마."

He hummed along quietly and pulled out his phone to record you. Of course he wouldn't tell you but he was definitely going to send this to Bangtan. He would keep it on repeat when you weren't in the house with him and would listen to it on tour whenever he was missing you or felt anxious.

As you continued rapping, you began to feel more and more confident, and as you entered the last few verses, you could practically feel Yoongi's pride floating around the studio. "I'm a king, I'm a boss, 다 알잖아 내 이름, 입만 산 새끼들, 당장 놈의 목을 쳐."

"대취타 대취타 자 울려라 대취타." You finished with a small pant and looked up as you heard some shuffling. Yoongi stopped recording and spun around, his eyes glowing with pride. “Was it okay?”

“It was wonderful jagi.” Yoongi said, his adorable gummy smile on full display. “You’ve gotten do this for me more often.”

You nodded sheepishly. “Okay.”

Yoongi brightened and beckoned you over. When you complied, he pulled you into his lap and smiled at you, ruffling your hair a bit and chuckling. The two of you didn’t need words to communicate - it was already clear what was being said.

“Will you do a duet with me?” He suddenly asked, surprising you.

“W-with you?” You stammered, and Yoongi nodded in confirmation. “I-I don’t know…”

Yoongi pouted. “Pleaseee?” He drawled out.

Yoongi wasn’t really one to beg, but he so wanted to do a rap duet with you that he was willing to do just about anything.

“Okay fine.” You eventually agreed, much to your boyfriend’s excitement.

The next few hours were spent with Yoongi getting you more comfortable singing and rapping around him. And when you finally didn’t feel shy anymore and you’d practiced with him, he was all up in your face getting lots of videos of you rapping, much to your horror.

“Don’t hide from the camera jagi~”

“You never told me you were going to record me!”

Yoongi sighed and shook his head.“Tsk, you really should’ve anticipated this baby.”

Hoseok

“아 지금 바로 딱 갈게요, 제발 집엔 보내지 마세요~”

Hoseok practically leaped out of bed upon hearing your voice float in from the living room. He was both shocked and delighted as he scrambled to a halt in the hallway that led to the living room, slapping a hand over his mouth with a wide smile sprewding across his face as your voice rang clearly throughout the apartment.

You were busy doing some spring cleaning, subconsciously singing Run BTS as you worked. As you turned around to reach for another rag, you trailed off in surprise upon seeing Hobi standing in the hallway watching you with the biggest smile you’d ever seen.

He looked so cute like that; and you fought the urge to run over and start to tease him about it.

“Hi Hobi.” You said, letting the rag drop to the ground. “What’s up?”

Hobi stared for a couple more seconds before he finally looked down, seeming suddenly very shy.

“I’ve never heard you sing before.” Hobi replied quietly, looking up to meet your gaze with sparkling eyes. “You should’ve told me what a pretty voice you have. And you were signing one of our songs-you sounded amazing jagi.”

You smiled and walked over, wrapping him in a hug as he opened his arms and buried your face into the crook of his neck. Partly to hide your own embarrassment but also because he just looked so damn adorable - it was hard not to want to hug him and smother him in kisses.

“Thanks baby~”

The two of you stood in the living room for a while, wrapped up in each others arms and just taking a moment to appreciate each other. Hobi closed his eyes, and ran his fingers through your hair, thinking about taking a video of you singing to send to Bangtan so he could brag to them about his baby being able to sing.

“Will you continue?” Hobi eventually asked, desperate to hear more of your angelic voice. When you said maybe later because you wanted to finish up cleaning, he practically got on the floor and pleaded with you, promising to sing with you. “Please please Y/N? Your voice is so beautiful I want to hear more of it!”

You giggled as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and proceeded to start offering up a list of more things he’d do in order to get you to sing for him. “Okay okay! Calm down love, you don’t need to do anything but just let me sing and finish cleaning, hmm?”

And Hobi’s entire face lit up and he eagerly nodded. “Yes yes, whatever you want.”

Laughing, you then picked up the rag you dropped and asked Hobi for a beat, and then began to sing. The entire time Hobi’s was a ball of joy, squealing with joy whenever you covered his lines and clapping frantically and showering you with compliments at the end of each song. And you better believe he got the video of you and sent it straight to Bangtan, taking every opportunity to prove to the members how amazing your vocal skills were.

Namjoon

“Jooniee.” You whined, wrapping your arms around the stubborn Namjoon who wouldn’t budge from his chair and tried to physically hoist him him out of the seat to no avail. “C’mon take a break - you’re going to overwork yourself.”

Namjoon let out an exasperated breath and pushed you away lightly, trying to concentrate on what he’d been working on. Although he wouldn’t admit it, he found your whining to be very adorable and incredibly infuriating - it tore at his heart to ignore your precious pleading.

“I’ll take a break in ten minutes.” He promised, taking his gaze off the computer screen for just a moment to look into your eyes.

“That’s what you’ve been saying for the past twenty.” You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest.

He sighed softly. “I know jagi but I have to work on this. It’s important. I’ll be in the living in just a few - alright? And then we can cuddle and do whatever you want.”

Dissatisfied, you turned and left his office without saying anything, the disappointment evident on your face. Namjoon felt incredibly guilty as he turned to work on the track, trying to push your pouty face from his mind.

But so god help him - it was nearly impossible.

“Aish, Y/N’s going to be the death of me.” Namjoon muttered to himself.

As the moments ticked by and Namjoon began more and more engrossed in his project, his stress rose and so did your longing for him. You paced the kitchen and made yourself a small breakfast sandwich that tasted bland.

And then an idea came to your mind as soon as you curled up in your bed to try and take a nap.

“Namjoon?” You called, darting into his studio with a brilliant smile on your face.

Namjoon turned and tried to hide his irritation. The stews was getting to him and he really didn’t need any distractions right now.

“What?”

You walked over and laced your fingers with his, much to his confusion, and pulled him out of the seat. He tried to pry your fingers loose but you were using so much strength that it was incredibly difficult.

“C’mon dance with me.” You giggled, spinning him round.

“Y/N-”

“손가락질 해!” You sang whilst doing a funny little dance. Namjoon’s eyes widened as he recognized his own song - Idol - and a smile broke out on his face. “I know you wanna sing too.” You teased, continuing to do your funny dance. Namjoon shook his head and smiled, content to just watch you. “나는 전혀 신경 쓰지 않네.”

And then you did the strangest - perhaps the most startling - dance he’d ever seen and sang in such a high pitch that your voice cracked.

”Wait stop!” He said, breaking into a huge belly laugh as you continued to do your dance around him and singing the lyrics to idol. “I-I can’t breathe Y/N!”

Chuckling, you replied, “Don’t wanna Joon~”

“지화자 좋다~”

Namjoon completely fell over and laughed until his face was red and his laughter almost fell silent. You were the funniest thing, really, and you always knew just how to get him to laugh. He was a complete mess, sprawled on the floor with tears clinging to his eyelashes and begging you to stop singing. It was utterly hilarious to him, what you were doing to get him to stop working.

As you entered the final chorus, he broke down into another fit of laughter, actually thinking that he was going to pass out from laughing so loud. When you stopped, he was too out of breath to say anything, and you were also feeling quite exhausted.

“You know.” You hummed, leaning down and placing your hands on his shoulders. “I could sing DNA or Blood Sweat & Tears.” His eyes widened and he shook his head, still trying to catch his breath. “If you won’t take a break then I will start singing again, cutie. It made you laugh so much and you seem so much happier so you must enjoy it~”

Namjoon flushed and he grabbed your hands, tears of mirth trickling down his face. “P-please don’t baby, I’ll take a break - I swear.”

You smirked and let him pull you into his arms, helping him calm down. “Good.” And then you pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You worked hard today, I’m so proud.”

He relaxed against you and let out a small exhale, nestling into your chest. “Thanks baby. For the compliment and for cheering me up.”

��Of course Joonie.”

After a while, Namjoon looked up at you and said, “I really need to hear you singing in a normal pitch though.”

You smiled. “We’ll see.”

Jimin

Jimin opened the door to the apartment he shared with you and sighed, exhausted after a day of intense dance practice to perfect some of the choreography he struggled with for Like Crazy. All he wanted to do was lie down, go to sleep, and cuddle with you.

After setting his bags down and taking off his shoes, Jimin was ready to go change into some comfy pajamas when suddenly the sound of your voice came in from the bathroom, making him pause to listen. It sounded like you were singing - to Like Crazy.

“Y/N?”

“Hi Jimin!” You called when you heard him. “I’ll be right out in second and we can talk about your day if your not to tired.”

“Okay.”

He didn’t mention overhearing you singing, hoping that you would start again, but much to his disappointment you remained silently, probably already flustered at having been caught singing.

Jimin, however, was determined to hear your voice again.

He quickly changed into plaid pajamas and made it sound like he’d left the room, but really he was hanging by the door in case you started to sing again. And sure enough, after a while you began to sing again.

“아침도 취해서 오지 않게. 시끄러운 음악 속에 희미해진 나.”

He was more than surprised to hear you singing, and be it that it’s his song, nonetheless. But accompanied by the surprise he felt pride and excitement.

When you came out of the bathroom after a few more minutes, you were surprised to see Jimin waiting for you, and paused in the doorway.

“Jiminie?”

“Hi jagi.” Jimin said, rushing over and wrapping you up in an embrace. He pressed a kiss to your head, surprising you.

“Hi Jimin.” You said, letting him pepper you with kisses before asking, “Everything okay?”

“Yep.” He reassured you, burying his head in your hair. “I just missed you.”

“You saw me just this morning baby.”

“I know but it’s felt like so long jagi.” Jimin pulled away and physically lifted you off the ground, carrying you to the bed. “Let’s go cuddle.”

“Aren’t you hungry though?” You asked as he set you down and put his head in your lap.

“Nope.”

“How was your day?”

You were still trying to figure out why Jimin was acting so clingy all the sudden. He was usually very shy when it came to cuddles or anything of the sort. You so rarely saw him like this unless he was sad, but he didn’t particularly seem to be the case here.

“Better now that I get to hang out with you~”

“Hmm.” You mused, pulling him closer. You waited awhile before beginning saying, “If anything-”

“Shh.” He hushed, pulling a finger to your lips and looking up at you with the cutest face ever. “Just let me cuddle with you, okay?”

You frowned but didn’t push any further. “If you say so.”

Jimin let his eyes close as you ran your fingers through his hair, letting the sensation lull him into a relaxed state. You massaged his legs, arms, and shoulders, feeling a bit better as he released the tension in his muscles.

Half asleep, he mumbled, “Were you singing earlier?”

Surprised, you glanced down at him to make sure he wasn’t sleep talking - you’d thought he’d already fallen asleep - and said, “Yeah. I was singing Like Crazy.”

Jimin made a little humming sound and smiled. “I heard you. You sounded so good jagi~”

“Aw thank you.” You said with a giggle, kissing his forehead.

Jimin yawned and snuggled against you. “Show me more about it in the morning?”

“Alright.”

“Night jagi, love you~”

“Love you too~”

Taehyung

“I just can’t get it jagi.” Taehyung said, letting out an exasperated sigh and slouching back in his chair. “I’m trying - I really am. I just can’t do it.”

And then he broke into tears.

Immediately you leapt out of your chair - dropping both your phone and the sheet music - and wrapped your arms around Taehyung, heart shattering upon seeing his tears.

“It’s okay sweetie.” You comforted him, rubbing circles into his back. “You’re trying, that’s all that matters. Do you want some water? Or a blanket?”

Taehyung shook his head, tugging you closer and falling into your embrace as he sobbed. “I-I just w-want you to s-stay here.”

“Of course Tae.” You said, running your fingers through his hair to soothe you. “I’m not going anyway.”

He never wanted you to see him like this, and he felt more than embarrassed upon breaking down in front of you.

After his sobbing continued for a while without pause, you began to worry. Knowing that Taehyung would be under a lot of stress due to the upcoming comeback, you’d made it your mission to try and keep everything in the house running smoothly and offer to do whatever he needed. Whether it be cuddles, some cheer up time, showering him in compliments, or running to the grocery store, you always tried your best to do whatever was asked of you.

But now you started to wonder if you hadn’t done nearly enough.

“Taehyung baby please talk to me.” You begged, tipping his head up so he would look at you. “I’m here for you. Whatever you’re feeling right now you’d don’t have go through alone.”

Taehyung turned his head away, sniffling. “I-It’s nothing jagi. I’m just tired.”

“Baby I can see it’s more than that. You can tell me anything.”

“I can’t hit this one note,” Taehyung explained tearfully, accepting the tissue you offered and blowing his nose. “I normally would be able to. It’s in my range so I don’t know why.”

“But Tae that’s not a reason to beat yourself up.” You told him, frowning. Taehyung didn’t seem convinced so you leaned forward and brushed the hair from his eyes, planting a kiss on his forehead. “Maybe your voice needs a rest.”

He shook his head. “We’re supposed to be shooting the scenes for the music video next week - and we can’t do that without a recording. Y/N I don’t want to be the reason why we fall behind schedule.” Taehyung’s lip began to tremble. “N-Namjoon hyung tried to help me but none of his tips were useful. You should’ve seen his face Y/N, he looked so disappointed. I’m going to drag everyone behind and slow down production.”

Tears streamed down his cheeks and he began crying again.

“Tae your health should be prioritized above all else.” You stated firmly, rubbing circles into his back and patting his knee. “If you need time to work on your vocals to make sure you can hit this note, then you should be given the time to be able to do that. You’re not dragging behind anyone, trust me, and if anyone gives you a hard time about it then they’ll have to go through me. Believe me when I say I can become Bang PD’s worst nightmare if he so much as asks why. And the same message is extended to Bangtan if they give you trouble about it.”

Taehyung looked up with a wobbly smile, wiping away some of his tears. “Thank you jagi, you always know what to say to make me feel better.”

“Of course.” You said, nuzzling into his chest. “I’d do anything for you.”

Taehyung rested his head on your shoulder and asked a little sheepishly. “Will you sing for me? It’ll make me feel ten times better.”

You looked in surprise. “Sing? This came out of nowhere.”

“I know but I’ve been meaning to ask you. I think I heard you singing along to Bixby one time and it made me so happy. Do it for me now?”

Taehyung peppered you in kisses and kept asking even after when you declined, stating that your singing voice wasn’t the best. He just wanted to hear it regardless.

You sighed and relented. “Alright alright. If it’ll make you feel better.” Taehyung beamed and nodded eagerly. “It will.”

With a small grunt, you began singing the chorus of Anpanman. “계속 돌려 돌려 나의 Anpan. Keep ballin', ballin', still 방탄.” You covered two more verses before stopping and looking down at Taehyung. “How was that?”

Taehyung immediately started to applaud, a smile stretching across his face and looking much happier. “You were great jagi! Why don’t we sing together?”

You raised your eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you rest your voice though…?”

Taehyung pouted. “Please jagi? I’ll be careful.”

“Fine.”

Taehyung beamed and asked, “Ready?” To which you replied, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

And the two of you began from the beginning of Anpanman. You had to admit that it was much more fun than you’d anticipated. Even when your voice cracked and Taehyung giggled a bit, it was still worth it to see him smiling brightly at you.

“You were amazing jagi.” Taehyung said, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and burying his face in your neck. “Thanks for cheering me up.”

“Anytime, tiger.”

Jungkook

“Kookie!” You called as he pushed his way into the bedroom, running over and wrapping your arms and legs around him like a koala. Jungkook nearly fell over, caught off guard. He was used to your high energy levels but none of this sort. Wrapping his arms around your lower body so you wouldn’t fall, Jungkook asked, “What’s up?”

“Can you help me with something?”

Chuckling while ruffling your hair, Jungkook said, “Sure baby what is it?”

Excited, you hurried to explain, “I’m trying to learn the choreography for Fire and I’m struggling with a particular part, can you teach me?”

Jungkook raised his eyebrow, slightly impressed that you were trying to learn the choreography but not surprised, and nodded. With a squeal of excitement you untangled yourself from him and went to show him what you were struggling with.

“Ah,” Jungkook said once you showed him. “That’s a hard one. Here, let me show you.”

Soon your boyfriend was demonstrating the choreography, offering tips on how to execute it better once you tried to copy him.

It was no secret that Jungkook absolutely loved when you asked him for help trying to learn choreography - it was one of his favorite actives to do with you and served as a huge destresser knowing that he didn’t have to be 100% perfect in front of you.

“You’re doing great jagi~” Jungkook complimented when you danced to the pre-chorus, giggling when you beamed at him.

“Thanks.” You said, almost out of breath. “C’mon join me Kookie!”

Jungkook extended his hands and you took them, pulling you up from the bed and starting to dance with you.

“Jagi you’re like an overexcited child.” Jungkook chuckled.

You’d become distracted midway through the song and had started to dance around in a hilarious way, punching your fists into the air and hopping up and down.

You laughed with him. “Can’t help it Kookie!” And then you proceeded to yell out some gibberish, making Jungkook laugh even harder.

After getting you to focus on the Fire choreography again, you and Jungkook finished and practically fell into each others arms.

“Good job jagi.” Jungkook gave you his bunny smile and you giggled in response, leaning into him as he steadied you.

“Thanks bun.” You murmured.

Noticing how tired you were, Jungkook picked you up and set you down on the bed, and you crawled over to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your head in his chest.

Jungkook was going to snuggle for longer, ready to just relax and let you pamper him, but then something occurred to him.

“Wait jagi, are you going to put on one of your funny shows tonight?”

“Oh yeah.” You piped up, suddenly becoming reenergized. “I’ve been preparing for the acappella version! And they’re not funny - they’re the most serious thing ever!”

Jungkook laughed. “You’re the most unserious person I’ve ever met, jagi.”

“Heyyy.” You whined, playfully swatting at his hands and initiating a mock play fight with him. “That’s not true!”

“It is too!” Jungkook insisted, letting you pin him to the bed before wrapping his arms around your torso and gently tickling you until you let go. “And what’s all this about acappella I hear, hmm?”

“I’m going to sing for you!”

“Is that right?”

“Mhm!”

“Well now you’ve really got my attention.”

Jungkook was more than curious to hear your singing voice. You always had some trick up your sleeve - some cheeky prank or a hidden talent, typically the latter. And he had not a doubt in his mind that you would be a wonderful singer.

“Baby, baby.” He said, excited, lifting you into his lap and placing his hands on your torso.

“Hm?”

“Will you give me a preview? I want to hear you sing.”

“How could I say no?” You were literally beaming at the simple request, and Jungkook’s heart fluttered at just how cute you were. “Ready? One, two, three. 다 만신창이로 취했어, 취했어. 막 욕해 길에서, 길에서.”

Jungkook almost shoved you off his lap upon hearing your voice and immediately joined in, bunny smile on full display. “나 맛이 갔지, 미친놈 같지. 다 엉망진창 livin' like 삐이.”

The two of you continued to sing together for almost the entire night. Jungkook even convinced you to record of video of you two singing. By the time you two were finished, it was almost past night and the both of you were properly worn out.

“You should’ve told me you could sing.” Jungkook eventually said, lifting your chin so you would look at him. “You sounded so beautiful. I would’ve joined your little performances in a heartbeat.”

“I was just waiting for the right time,” You murmured sleepily into his ear. “And I was a little nervous as well.”

“Aww jagi,” Jungkook cooed, engulfing you in an embrace and pressing a couple of kisses to your head. “You don’t ever have to be shy about anything around me, okay?”

You nodded sheepishly. “Okay Kookie.”

“Good.” Kook pressed another kiss to your forehead and pulled you close. You closed your eyes and soon fell asleep in his arms. “Good night princess~”

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btshoseong · 9 months

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👣. !!: HOW WELL DO BTS KNOW EACH OTHER ‧₊˚

↺ 💌 ࣪ ˖ ∿ author’s note , @ me over here lowkey copy pasting from my jeonggeun blog like it’s nobody’s business cause it AIN’T. lol nah jk enjoy 🫶🏼

AFTER ALL MEMBERS HAVE HAD THEIR GO; SE3OUL IS THE LAST ONE UP.

J-HOPE: “Huh? Wait, did we ever have this guy in our group? Who is this?” *clearly enjoying teasing his bestie, a cheeky smile on his face*

SE3OUL: *just sat down on the chair opposite to the members as he smirks at hoseok* “Hope you get all these answers wrong.”

J-HOPE: “Never, friend.” *wink + shooting hearts*

JIN: “Yah, yah. Back down, will you? Are you forgetting who’s here? Kim Seokjin knows everything.” *tsking as he brings the attention to himself*

V: “Eh? Hyung, are you suddenly losing your memory? Who do you think I am to Hoseong hyung?”

RM: *cue joon staring into the camera, clearly wishing to be saved* “I’m sorry. This is just a daily occurrence with these guys. Please introduce the question.”

QUESTION: What is the one thing that you always forget to pack when you travel?

ALL MEMBERS: *immediately yelling over one another thinking they know the answer, even before hoseong has written it down on his board*

SE3OUL: *literally shook at the chaos rn* “Yah! I haven’t written my answer down. How could you already know it?!”

JIMIN: *raising his hand aggressively* “I know, I know! His underwear. Whenever we’re filming for Bon Voyage, or even going on tours, you’ll see him searching through his bag for like an hour until he realises he forgot to pack underwear.”

JUNGKOOK: “Oh, true! You can even see hyung’s face of realisation clear as day. He smiles all embarrassed, but his face looks cheeky.”

SUGA: “No. You know what I think? He does it on purpose so that we buy him new underwear for free during each trip. He’s basically got a colossal sized amount of underwear from all of us.”

ALL MEMBERS: *turning their heads to stare at hoseong in sync, accusatory*

SE3OUL: *feeling flustered* “Huh? No! Suga hyung is creating conspiracies about me and you’re all just believing him blindly! Hyung!” *pouting at suga rn*

J-HOPE: “Nope.” *raising his hand to answer* “There’s one item he’s even more forgetful about than underwear.”

A MOMENT OF SILENCE AS EVERYONE WAITS FOR HOSEOK TO ANSWER.

J-HOPE: “I regret to inform you guys… but it’s me.” *cue tearful and dramatic acting here*

SE3OUL: *embarrassed face calm*

JIN: “Oh? Wait! He’s not lying, he’s not lying! Yah, didn’t Hoseong-ah leave J-Hope at that gas station in New Zealand during Bon Voyage?”

JUNGKOOK: “Oh? No, Jin hyung is right! Hoseong hyung left him there when he’d ran off to the toilets.”

SE3OUL: “Yah! Is that my fault, huh? Who runs off to the restroom without informing the driver beforehand? I didn’t have time to do a head count.”

J-HOPE: *continuing to display an emotional scene rn*

RM: “Okay, okay. Let’s get a little serious now. Does anyone actually know the answer before we reveal it?”

V: *raising his hand with a confident yet humble expression* “Sunscreen.”

SE3OUL: “Oh?” *shocked park hoseong as he looks at the crew behind the camera*

JIMIN: *curious at hoseong’s expression* “Why? Did he get it right?”

ANSWER: Sunscreen.

V: *trying to hide his smile rn as he slouches in his seat comfortably*

RM: “Really? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you ask for sunscreen on our trips.” *looking at hoseong for an answer, curious*

SE3OUL: “Taehyungie brings an extra bottle for me because he knows I forget it every time. That’s why he knew the answer.” *soft smile directed at v*

SUGA: “Wow, so the initial shock was just for bonus screen time points, huh? You’re sly.” *tsking*

RM: “Alright, alright. Next question!”

QUESTION: What is your biggest dream for the future?

J-HOPE: “Oh, oh! I definitely know this one!” *raising his hand as he speaks* “Marriage and children.” *super smug jung hoseok*

SE3OUL: *giving this man a deadpan look* “Are you serious? I will bite you.”

J-HOPE: “Oh? Kin-”

RM: *literally ready to reach back and tape his mouth shut* “No. Please.”

JUNGKOOK: *giggling at his hyungs’ childishness before raising his hand* “Number one singer?”

JIMIN: *cue face of slow realisation before he’s raising his hand aggressively again* “No, it’s more specific! Hyung-nim, didn’t you say you wanted to dominate all American charts? He wants to be the main pop boy.”

SUGA: “Number one billboard singer.” *nodding in respect*

JIN: “Ohhh, our Hoseongie number one Korean artist in the world. Worldwide Pop Boy.”

SE3OUL: *watching his members with pure adoration tbh*

STAFF: *trying to snap him out of it by asking him to reveal the answer*

SE3OUL: “Ah, right. Sorry!”

ANSWER: Number One Pop Sensation.

V: “We’ll support you on your way to making history.” *lil cheer fist*

RM: “Well, Seong-ah’s already pretty famous in the West, right? I think he’s the most popular in our group amongst Americans.”

SUGA: “I heard he’s on his way to being a Grammy nominee again?” *dramatic face of shock*

SE3OUL: *can’t hold back the laughter* “You guys better start lining up now to get my autographs. I think the line might get too long in a few years’ time.” *jokingly smug king*

JIMIN: “Don’t forget us when you’re famous~” *can’t help but tease*

AFTER ALL MEMBERS HAVE HAD A GO, IT IS TIME FOR THE RESULTS!

SE3OUL: “You guys should really be grateful to me. I only ended up in the bottom half because I wanted to give everyone else a chance.” *pretending to be a saint*

ALL MEMBERS: *cue chaotic disagreements + everyone attacking hoseong*

RM: *no idea what he is witnessing rn but ignores it* “There you go guys. That was us on Vanity Fair and we are BTS!”

💬 — HOSEONG’S TAGLIST.

@pandorasword , @ateezsora , @bts-dream , @fairiepoems , @kaitieskidmore1

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• Gäste (German, guests)

Warnings: a vampire dance, big strong vampires, Yoongi is hot lisTEN!, Tae is grieving and he is a mess because of it, suggestive themes, hints at oral sex, hints at vampire blood orgies & kinky vampire sex parties, drunk!vampires, the ending has me in fluffy tears

Wordcount: 15k

a/n: this chapter is a rollercoaster of emotions and i’m loving it

You didn’t find Namjoon in Munich. Yoongi looked and looked and met with too many people, but his fellow Creator stayed hidden. You left Munich two nights ago. Geneva. That’s where your journey took you next. Yoongi had a house there. Two stories high and with a spacious back garden. He says that he hasn’t visited it in almost fifty years and judging by the dust on every surface, you believed him. You cleaned the place all of yesterday so that it would be comfortable to stay in. In the evenings you played board games, except for Yoongi who met with one of his contacts.

You spent most of today with Taehyung. Yoongi and Jungkook were gone until lunch, while Hoseok and Seokjin were gone until the later hours of the afternoon. So you spent time with Taehyung. First he woke you with his head between your legs. It surprised you so very much that you found your high the second you woke. Taehyung hasn’t initiated sex in months. The happiness and surprise was too grand not to lose control. He made up for the way too early orgasm with the best doggy you had in a long time. Truly, you haven’t experienced such passion from him in months (you don’t blame him. You are aware why he didn’t want to have sex). Afterwards he took you out for food and afterwards shopping because you needed an evening gown as your little group had been invited to a dance.

An old acquaintance of Taehyung and Yoongi sent the invite. She and her husband were organising a dance for vampires (and humans) this evening and they invited Taehyung. He plans on taking all of you as his plus one so you could meet them. They were old vampires. Very old vampires and Yoongi hopes that they can offer their help in his search for Namjoon. Taehyung hopes for an entertaining evening, while the rest of you is down for whatever may happen tonight.

Taehyung has been happier these past few days. Yesterday whilst cleaning, he sang and did a little dance and today when the two of you were out shopping he said that the weather was nice. He hasn’t done either of those things in months and you wonder if the reason for his sudden happiness was Jungkook.

You ran in on them making out on the sofa yesterday and while Taehyung looked happy to see you, Jungkook’s face was as red as a tomato. Which for a naturally pale vampire such as Jungkook meant a lot. You assured him however that you didn’t think it weird that they were seeing each other and then wished them lots of fun as you left the sitting room again. You didn’t see them for the next hour. You also told Yoongi about it, because you wanted to share the news with him as the entire situation still surprised you greatly. He looked at you with widened eyes, but ended up acting as if he didn’t care about it. You think that he talked about it to Jungkook however, because as they returned from their adventure today, Jungkook looked really flustered again.

It was time to leave for the dance. The boys of former Sanguis have already gathered in the foyer, chatting to each other about the evening. They plan on getting drunk tonight.

Taehyung is the next one to join them, while you and Yoongi were still busy with closing the clasp on your necklace. It was a very stubborn clasp and needed all of Yoongi’s concentration.

Taehyung scans his eyes over Jungkook. A black suit and satin dress shirt with the first four buttons undone. He has his long hair in a half bun, letting some of the front strands hang into his face. Taehyung feels his stomach flutter at the view.

“Jungkook”, he calls out to him, making the young Ripper turn.

Jungkook shimmies nervously, looking at Taehyung from head to toe. His stomach is tingling. Jungkook thinks that Taehyung looks really handsome in his suit.

“Hey”, he says quietly, lifting his hand for a shy wave.

“You look dashing tonight”, Taehyung says and steps closer, touching Jungkook’s waist. He claims Jungkook’s lips in a deep kiss, flustering the younger vampire to the point that he is gawking even with Taehyung’s lips on top of his’.

Taehyung breaks away, but stays close enough that their noses are almost touching.

“You are making my knees weak”, Taehyung whispers, “I want to run my tongue down your chest.”

“Oh, uhm, oh, uh.”

“What’s the matter?”

“I, I don’t know. You kissed me”, Jungkook stutters.

“Yes. What about it?”

“N-nothing.”

Taehyung lets his eyes flit over Jungkook’s shoulder, meeting the incredibly shocked faces of Hoseok and Seokjin. He tugs Jungkook snug against his body, resting his chin on his shoulder.

“Hello there”, he greets them, smirking playfully, “you look good in your suits.”

“Dude legit”, Hoseok says, “don’t talk to me for the next ten minutes, I have to sort through my thoughts right now.”

Taehyung chuckles deeply, squeezing a wiggling Jungkook closer.

“Since when are you two a thing?” Seokjin asks, trying but failing to hide his disgust. Not for the situation, but for the fact that Jungkook is dating someone like Taehyung.

“Since when are we a thing, Kook?” Taehyung asks, turning his head to Jungkook. He drags his lips up his neck, basking in the shiver Jungkook tries to hide.

“Tae please”, Jungkook says, pushing at Taehyung’s chest softly, “don’t make it weird.”

Taehyung lets go and watches in amusement as Jungkook fixes his shirt with shaking fingers. He looks over his shoulder, meeting the eyes of his friends. Hoseok is gawking, Seokjin is cocking an eyebrow up at him.

“It’s a long story”, he murmurs, burning up uncontrollably.

“Yeah? Really? I couldn’t tell at all”, Seokjin says sarcastically.

“Please don’t judge me”, Jungkook whispers.

Seokjin and Hoseok exchange a look. They let out a sigh simultaneously, turning back to their friend.

“Nah, you’re aight”, Hoseok assures him with a grin, stepping closer to give Jungkook’s cheek a soft pinch.

“I’m keeping an eye on you Kim Taehyung. If you break his heart, I’ll break your windpipe”, Seokjin warns and drapes his arm around Jungkook’s shoulders, “he’s my little brother, so treat him well or else.”

“Yeah or else”, Hoseok agrees, throwing his arm around Jungkook as well.

“Guys please”, Jungkook mumbles, flustering most ardently, “you’re so embarrassing.”

“Waaah, embarrassing?” Seokjin gasps, “who are you calling embarrassing? You old Casanova you are hooking up with Kim Taehyung.”

“Yah hyung”, Jungkook nudges Seokjin’s chest, “you said that you wouldn’t judge me.”

“No. Lies. Hoseok said that. I never did”, Seokjin says with a grin which lets him know that he was solely messing with him.

Jungkook rolls his eyes and grins. So his friends aren’t judging him. He feels so relieved right now. And happy too because he has the bestest friends in the whole wide world.

“Wow look at you guys, you all look so handsome.”

They turn upon hearing your voice.

“___, wow so pretty”, Jungkook gasps, studying you from head to toe.

You are by Yoongi’s side, body wrapped in a mint green dress and with silver jewellery glimmering in the lights. Yoongi is keeping it simple. Black suit and white shirt with a white scarf. He is holding your hand to support you on the steps.

“Right? Isn’t the colour so nice?”

“It’s so pretty. It fits you so well.”

“Thank you, gosh. Tae helped me pick it out.”

“I still love it most ardently, my darling”, Taehyung says.

“Me too, I really do”, you say, sitting down on the hallway chair to put on your high heels.

“No please, let me.” “Wait, I’ll do it.”

Yoongi and Taehyung say, squatting down in front of you at the same time which ends in them bumping their heads together.

“Careful”, Yoongi hisses, rubbing his aching skull.

“Why is your skull so hard?” Taehyung whines, massaging his aching head with a big pout on his lips.

You chuckle, making them look at you.

“Are you both okay?”

“No, he bumped my head”, Taehyung whines, showing you the spot, “look, it’s bruised.”

“I didn’t bump your head. You bumped mine”, Yoongi complains.

“No, I did not. You did.”

“No. You.”

“Guys”, you cup each of their cheek, making them look at you, “don’t fight about that”, you say, caressing their painful little bruises, “I’m also very capable of putting on my own shoes. So get up and stop quarrelling, you whiney cuties.”

“Whatever, just wanted to help”, Yoongi murmurs, getting to his feet. He busies himself by putting on his own shoes.

“I apologise, I wanted to be a gentleman. A lovely lady shouldn’t have to put her own shoes on”, Taehyung says, stepping back.

“You’re a sweet talker, Tae”, you say and chuckle fondly.

You finish later than Yoongi, standing up. Taehyung steps closer, presenting a pair of mint satin gloves.

“Your gloves. May I put them on for you?” he says.

“Thank you, darling”, you accept them, giggling as Taehyung slips on your gloves. He ends it with a gentle kiss to each of your knuckles, “you look beautiful”, he says.

“You’re so sweet, my darling”, you gush, feeling your heart flutter.

Yoongi steps closer then, calling your attention. You turn to him. He is looking up at you, holding your coat.

“Can I?” he asks.

“You guys”, you giggle, “thank you, my prince. You are so sweet”, you say, allowing him to dress you. He twirls you gently, working diligently to close the buttons.

Taehyung, who watched the whole scene, finally breaks into giggles.

“What?” you ask, glancing at him.

“It is just that you two, oh”, he laughs, pointing his finger between you and Yoongi.

“What? What’s wrong all of a sudden? Is the coat weird?”

“No, oh dear no. It is just that, hah”, Taehyung can’t finish his sentence as he has to giggle again. It confuses you greatly.

“I don’t understand. What’s happening?”

“You are oh so funny, Kim Taehyung”, Yoongi hisses, sending him a deathly glare.

“I don’t understand.”

“He’s laughing because I’m smaller than you. That’s it, isn’t it?”

Taehyung nods his head, snickering.

“Now you’re truly tiny. Oh Yoongi, this is hilarious.”

“Very”, Yoongi grumbles and turns to leave. He stomps, keeping his back extra straight just so he can add more height to himself.

“Oh”, Taehyung truly can’t stop himself. He topples over in laughter, holding onto your arm, “this is beyond adorable.”

“You’re so mean, Tae”, you whine then turn to jog to Yoongi.

You touch his arm, making him look up at you.

“Should I change shoes?”

Taehyung wheezes, laughing once again.

“No, that’s weird”, Yoongi whines, “oh my god, stop laughing. It’s not that weird that I’m smaller. There are actually many men who are smaller than their girlfriends, so it’s more common than you think.”

“You are so cute, truly you are adorable”, Taehyung says, draping his arm over Yoongi’s shoulder, “now look at us. Me and ___ with our tiny grandpa in the middle.”

“Fuck off”, Yoongi hisses, shaking him off and pushing him back, “fuck, you’re such a brat. Who taught you manners?”

“I can’t seem to remember”, Taehyung teases and snickers then grabs Yoongi’s hand, “I’m only teasing you. You know that, don’t you?”

“I do. The joke’s terrible”, Yoongi says dryly, pulling his hand out of Taehyung’s hold.

Taehyung grins boyishly, sending Yoongi one last playful look before he turns to you. He grabs your hand.

“Follow me, my sweetest”, he says, leading you outside with the others following close by. “Oh tonight is going to be marvellous. I haven’t seen Fringella in ages” he says.

“You are such a meanie Tae, don’t tease Yoongi about his height”, you say, earning yourself a boyish grin from him.

“He will survive”, he says and steps closer to you. He twirls you, wrapping his arm around your waist, “you are the same height as me”, he says and smiles, “you are so beautiful, my darling.”

“Tae, stop it”, you fluster. He hasn’t been that lovely with you in months. It feels so nice to experience it again.

“Mhm no”, he says and gives you a quick kiss. He pulls back with a smile and sparkling eyes, “I can’t wait for you to meet Fringella. You will love her. She is wonderful”, he says, turning to the front. He holds your hand, swinging it back and forth slightly.

“Yes? How do you know her?” you ask him.

“We were lovers once”, he says nonchalantly, “I spent the seventeenth century with her. We had quite the, well”, he chuckles, “let us call them excessive sessions. Very intense and deeply sexual.”

“Ah. I see”, you eye him, watching him grin and then snicker.

“I will have to warn you, she is quite aggressive in her greetings. So please don’t be startled.”

“Okay?”

“Who is?” Jungkook asks, having joined your side.

“Fringella”, Taehyung says, intertwining his fingers with him.

“Who is Fringella?”

“Apparently his past lover”, you say.

“Ah”, Jungkook says, sneaking a glance at Taehyung.

“She’s a cunt”, Yoongi grumbles.

“Woah”, Hoseok gasps, “harsh words.”

“Yeah and true.”

Taehyung furrows his brows, sending Yoongi a dark look.

“Just because you spent your days not making any friends doesn’t mean you can insult my friends.”

“Uncalled for”, Yoongi says dryly.

“Yes and true”, Taehyung says and stomps off.

“Tae?” you call after him, watching him manoeuvre his way through the crowd on the streets with his hands balled into fists, “hey Tae!” you try to run after him.

“Let him”, Yoongi stops you however, “he’s unbearable when he’s with Fringella. It’s best to stay away from him.”

“You were really mean right now”, you tell him, nudging his side.

“No”, he says nonchalantly, giving you a deadpan expression, “you’ll understand once you meet her.”

“She can’t be that bad, can she?”

“Oh trust me, she is. The only reason I haven’t fucking ripped her head off yet is because she sired way too many vampires. I’m not in the mood to spend my next two centuries eradicating all of them.”

“Damn Yoongi”, Hoseok says.

“Tzt, it’s true.”

You exchange a quick look with the others, who seem just as confused by the feud he seems to have with her. Or by the entire situation for that matter.

“If you don’t like her then why are you coming with us?” Seokjin asks Yoongi.

“Connections”, he clicks his tongue, “she may be a cunt and her sires are fucking perverts, but at least they have eyes and ears everywhere. I’m sure one of them heard of Namjoon’s whereabouts.”

“Is she a Creator just like you?” Hoseok asks.

“No, but close. She’s the first Normal who was turned.”

“Oh damn, so she’s strong strong?”

“Yes Hoseok, I wouldn’t try anything if I were you. Unless you want to be turned into dust within seconds.”

“I’m not going to try anything”, he says and shudders, “scary stuff. I’ll just stick to my little glass of booze and shake my booty on the dance floor.”

“That’s good. You all should. Stick together”, Yoongi says.

“But wait”, Hoseok gasps, “does that mean we are all her sires too?”

“Could be. But it’s not a given. There were many others turned after her by Yaeji. She was just the first.”

“Creepy”, Hoseok says.

“Mhm.”

“Could you beat her?”

“Yes. With some struggle.”

“Woah.”

Yoongi sneaks a glance at Hoseok, giving him the quickest of smiles.

“I can’t believe that we’re meeting someone who could easily go up against you.”

Yoongi scoffs and turns away.

“Yeah, don’t get your hopes up high. She’s a cunt.”

“Will you stop calling her that?” Taehyung says, whipping around, “she’s not a cunt. You’re just jealous because she’s popular and you’re not.”

“Oh trust me, I’m glad I’m not popular. At least people don’t think that I’m their friend.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes.

“Roll your eyes all you want. You know I’m right.”

“Oh trust me. People don’t want to be your friend either way.”

“Taehyung”, you gasp, “take that back, that was uncalled for.”

Taehyung huffs out air and turns back around to stomp off again.

“Hey, come back here”, you call after him, taking big steps to get to him. You grab his arm, turning him to you rather roughly, “Taehyung.”

“What?”

“What’s wrong with you? Why are you so pissy all of a sudden?”

“Because he’s ruining my mood”, he pouts, “I was so excited to meet Fringella and he badmouths her. And now I don’t want to go to this silly dance anymore because I feel as if I’m the only one who will enjoy it.”

“That’s not true. I’m really excited for it.”

“Really?”

“Yes of course. I haven’t been on a proper dance in ages”, you give him a smile, “and I’d love it if we could go there together. Peacefully. As a team.”

Taehyung sighs in defeat.

“I understand”, he says and intertwines his fingers with you, “please forgive me.”

“I don’t need the apology.”

Taehyung glances at Yoongi, grinding his teeth.

“Please”, you say.

“I’m sorry”, Taehyung presses out.

“Mhm”, Yoongi acknowledges him.

“That’s better. Let’s just only have good times from now on.”

Taehyung smiles sweetly, nodding his head.

“I’d love that”, he says, pulling you into him so he can drape his arm around your shoulder, “oh?” he laughs, “it feels so peculiar now that you are the same height as me. Oh darling”, he pulls you closer and kisses your temple, “those shoes are doing things to me.”

“I can step on you later.”

“Mhm, don’t seduce me, darling. I can only take that much”, Taehyung says and growls playfully.

“Gross”, Hoseok throws in, grinning boyishly.

“Then don’t listen in”, Taehyung throws back.

Hoseok blinks in confusion.

“I was just…joking.”

“I...” Taehyung exhales shakily, “forgive me. I don’t know what is wrong with me tonight.”

You exchange a look with the others.

“I’m sure that you’re just nervous to meet your friends again, aren’t you?” you say, addressing Taehyung.

“Yes, oh terribly nervous”, he says and gives you a nervous smile, “I’m sorry, I’ll try not to let everything get to me from now on.”

“Mhm, okay”, you give him a sweet smile then turn to the front so you wouldn’t accidentally trip over something.

The streets are crowded tonight. The spirit of festivities has the entire town in its clasp so it seems. Your little group blends in perfectly. Nobody seems to mind six people dressed up in fancy clothes journeying the streets. On the contrary, people in their most colourful clothes and costumes dance all around you, singing to the songs and getting drunk on the wine the shops seem to offer.

“What exactly are we celebrating tonight?” you ask Taehyung.

“Oh that? You see, my sweetest. Fringella owns most of the city and its surrounding land and once a year she holds this great festival to celebrate Yaeji, the woman who gave her life.”

“Yaeji? As in the Creator who sired all the Normals?”

“Exactly. She is seen as a goddess here. Well, at least in the circles of our species. Most humans here have no idea what exactly they are celebrating, they are merely tourists or curious souls craving a night of celebration and good wine.”

“I see, so there are many vampires living here?”

“Of course. We have entered their territory five blocks ago.”

You seem to clutch his arm tighter at the mention.

“Worry not, most of them are friendly towards humans”, Taehyung, who had felt you hold him tighter, assures you.

“Well, this is reassuring to hear”, you say and laugh breathily, “I was worried a little.”

“You don’t have to, truly you are safe here. Especially with me.”

“Tch.”

Taehyung sends Yoongi a dark look, one the latter returns.

“And the others of course”, Taehyung says and smiles at Yoongi rather tauntingly.

You try to ignore their weird passive aggressive eye contact.

“Of course, I feel so safe when I’m with you guys”, you say.

Fringella’s house finds itself in the middle of the city’s finest neighbourhood. Well, quite frankly, her house and surrounding parks were the city’s finest neighbourhood. The parks are buzzing with life tonight. Lanterns, held in reds, light up the spacious gardens. Hung from trees, along the marbled paths, on top of statues and furniture and in the countless fountains you pass. It was truly a celebration of light.

“It’s beautiful here”, you say, watching the red lights reflect in the water of the big fountain you are passing. Atop the fountain, a big statue of a woman is standing. Her hair is long, hugging her naked torso in a way that would cover her breasts from the eye of spectators.

“Who is that?” you ask.

“Fringella”, Taehyung answers you and smiles, “isn’t she beautiful? Oh darling, she is even more beautiful in person.”

“Ah. I see she erected a statue of herself”, you mumble.

“Indeed”, Taehyung says and snickers, “she is so beautiful.”

“I’d call it self-obsessed”, Yoongi grumbles.

Taehyung rolls his eyes and pouts.

You have to be honest, you almost chuckled at Yoongi’s words. Building a twelve foot statue of yourself half naked does sound a little bit self-obsessed to you.

“You really can’t stand her, can you?” Seokjin asks.

“No.”

“Why? Did you guys have a fight in the past?”

“More than once. She may be a Normal, but she isn’t any better than a Ripper.”

“That’s not true. At least she can control herself other than you people”, Taehyung snaps back. Yoongi looks unaffected, but Jungkook lowers his head.

“Ah of course, that makes the murders so much better of course. Because she did them out of her own control. That’s acceptable of course.”

“You know what? I’m giving up with you two”, you murmur and break away from Taehyung, “keep bickering, but don’t do it next to me”, you hiss and then hook your arms with Jungkook and Hoseok, “come on guys, let’s have fun.”

Seokjin follows too, placing his arm around Jungkook’s shoulders.

“Cheer up, bro. We know you’re not like that.”

“I know, I wasn’t even upset”, Jungkook lies.

You give his arm a little shake, making him look at you. The smile you send him lights up his eyes in a sparkle.

“You have to dance with me tonight, Kook. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

He nods his head vigorously, “I’d love to. I promise not to get a boner again.”

You snicker.

“Yah Jungkook, you big Casanova”, Seokjin teases, taking Jungkook into a headlock.

“Hyung no”, Jungkook laughs, “my hair, stop messing it up.”

Seokjin snickers, releasing Jungkook to pat his back instead.

“Besides”, Jungkook fixes his collar, “you can’t tease me anymore, because I know that I have game these days.”

“Ooooh Kook”, Hoseok hollers, clapping into his hands.

Seokjin snorts, “you didn’t really just say that, did you?”

Jungkook smirks confidently, “I did.”

“Waah Jungkookie, you’re such a player”, Seokjin exclaims, giving the younger vampire a gentle shake, “careful ___, he’ll get all the ladies if you’re not careful.”

You snicker, “I’ll keep an eye on him.”

Jungkook looks at you with rosy cheeks and soft eyes.

Yoongi and Taehyung join your side very soon, keeping their distance with a frown on their faces. Your group stops by the opened front door.

“Min Yoongi”, a tall woman steps closer, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Yoongi lifts his head to look into her eyes, deepening the frown.

“Gwendoline”, he says coldly.

“You have balls coming here and thinking that I’ll let you pass”, she hisses.

“Let me through, I’m not in the mood for games.”

“Oh, but I am. One step closer and I’ll rip your arms out.”

“Try it, I dare you”, Yoongi challenges, flashing his eyes ruby.

She growls, baring her fangs.

“Gwen!” Taehyung is the one to diffuse the situation, pressing himself between the vampire and Yoongi, “my darling, come now don’t be like that.”

Gwendoline’s eyes return to their normal blue colour, her lips curl into a smile.

“Taehyung”, she gasps and laughs, “oh look at you, how long has it been?”

“Seventy years? Eighty? I’ve been too busy these days.”

“Indeed you have”, Gwendoline nudges his chest before letting her hand run down his torso. It finds its resting place on his belt, playing with it mindlessly, “you owe me the night in Paris.”

“What night?”

“Tae”, she warns, tugging him closer while her eyes flit to his lips, “don’t play with me.”

Taehyung gets on his tiptoes and lets his lips brush against her cheek.

“You’ll get two nights if you let all of us in”, he whispers.

Gwendoline purrs, sneaking her hand to Taehyung’s butt. She grabs it, gives it a good squeeze.

“What is happening?” Hoseok whispers to you.

“I have no idea”, you murmur, eyeing them with distaste. Jungkook isn’t even looking, staring at the ground with a heavy lump in his throat.

“Even Min Yoongi?” she asks.

“Mhm, especially him”, Taehyung purrs, running his fingers up and down her arm.

“Two nights aren’t enough.”

“Three?”

She chuckles.

“Fine, four.”

“Four and breakfast in bed.”

“Deal.”

“Seal it, like we always did.”

Taehyung leans in and kisses her on the lips. Deep and with tongue.

“Ew”, Hoseok says, looking at your face instead, “you okay?” he whispers.

“Mhm yeah”, you lock eyes with him because quite frankly you weren’t in the mood to watch Taehyung tongue kiss a stranger.

“Okay that’s enough”, Yoongi is a little more open about his distaste, placing his hand on Taehyung’s shoulder to tug him away, “thanks Gwendoline, I owe you one”, he says and then drags Taehyung with him.

“I won’t forget it Min Yoongi, you owe me one”, she calls after him.

You are inside when Taehyung finally shakes off Yoongi’s hand.

“Why did you stop me?” he hisses.

“Because we didn’t come here to make out with everyone. Don’t forget our plan, we need to-”

“Yeah, yeah find allies in your fight against Namjoon. Don’t worry Min Yoongi, you’ve been talking about it nonstop, I’m sure even the hotelier knows of your plan by now”, Taehyung interrupts him.

“Tch”, Yoongi scoffs and lets go of his shoulder, “fucking brat, mock my plan all you want. You’re still here with ___ and Kook, show them some respect at least.”

Taehyung sneaks a glance at you and Jungkook. He knows exactly what Yoongi meant.

“I know what I’m doing, thank you very much”, he hisses and then struts to you with confidence. He takes your hand and intertwines his fingers with Jungkook as well.

Jungkook however steps away, slipping his hand out his grasp. He seeks Yoongi’s side, granting Taehyung not even one look.

“Okay”, Taehyung murmurs, looking at you instead, “did I do something?” he asks you.

“I don’t know”, you answer him with slight coldness in your voice, looking around the big mansion.

Chatter seems to quiet down, heads seem to turn. They follow you as you walk through the endless hallways. Some people even seem to step to the side, whispering to the next best person while their eyes are focused on your group.

“Why are they all staring?” you ask Taehyung.

“Because you are beautiful, darling”, he says and smiles at you, “they are blinded by your beauty.”

“You’re so cheesy”, you say, giving him a roll of your eyes.

“No but seriously, why is everyone staring at us?” Hoseok throws in, whispering the question.

“Because of me”, Yoongi grumbles.

“You?”

“I told you. I’m not popular here.”

You enter the main dance hall as Yoongi speaks the words. The dancing seems to stop, whispering goes through the rows of people. Then the music stops. Your group comes to a halt. You can sense that Hoseok is inching closer to you as you can suddenly feel his hand on your lower back as if he tries to find comfort through it.

“Min Yoongi”, a deep voice calls from somewhere above so loudly the entire room seems to vibrate, “you have some balls showing your face here.”

Yoongi exhales in annoyance, rolling his eyes. He steps out of your group, straightening his back in a roll of his shoulders.

“Come out Fredrick, I’m not in the mood for your games.”

A deep laugh then a shadows lands right in front of you. Hoseok and you startle, stumbling back and accidentally colliding with Seokjin, who lets out a little squeak of surprise.

There he is. Fredrick. Six foot three. Broad chest, big arms and legs, ginger hair down to his ribs and with his long fangs on display. He stretches his arms out.

“I see you’re still the asshole, you always were”, he says then steps closer and wraps his arms around Yoongi to give him a tight hug, “oh come here old friend.”

Yoongi accepts the hug with a frown, keeping his arms tangling by his side as his face gets squished into the set of impressive man tits the vampire Fredrick sports.

You would have continued staring at the peculiar scene hadn’t someone screamed Taehyung’s name on top of her lungs.

Taehyung’s face lights up.

“Fringella!” he calls out, looking at the balcony high above.

She stands there confidently and proud. Her hair matched in orange colour with Fredrick’s, her body seemed strong and barely any fabric covered it.

“Ladies and gentlemen, there he fucking is. The second best cock I’ve ever had to honour to sit on”, she says loudly, pointing at Taehyung.

Taehyung laughs in a way you have never heard him laugh before. He sounds so cocky, so full of himself. He looks like it too. His face carried the kind of confidence only a man who thinks he could have the entire room carries on his face.

“You’re not making me come up here, are you?” he calls out.

Fringella’s lips curl into a dark smirk.

Then she moves.

She jumps off the balcony, streaks of shadows and then you can watch how she is holding Taehyung’s face captive in a sloppy kiss right against the next best wall while Taehyung is basically bruising her flesh by how tightly he grasps her.

The music starts again. The guests continue dancing and chatting. It is as if such occurrences are completely normal here.

“Okay, there is so much happening”, Hoseok mumbles, changing his gaze between Taehyung violently making out with Fringella throughout the entire ballroom and Yoongi getting smothered by some hairy man tits.

“Yeah, totally”, Jungkook agrees.

“I feel so out of place”, Seokjin whispers.

“Same”, you say, watching with confusion as Fringella drags Taehyung’s lips away from her. Taehyung smirks lazily, dripping spit from his lips while he looks at her with half-lidded eyes. They say something to each other, you can’t hear it because they are currently on top of the balcony far, far away from you.

Then they fall into a disgustingly sloppy tongue kiss again and disappear.

You won’t see Taehyung for the rest of the night. Neither will you see him the next day and the day after that.

You don’t know of that future now however and so you turn back to Yoongi, who just this moment steps back from Fredrick, fixing his suit.

“You messed up my hair”, he states dryly, fixing it.

Fredrick laughs throatily, “you’ll survive, Min Yoongi.”

“Tzt.”

Fredrick turns to you then, studying you from head to toe.

“And who are you guys? You aren’t familiar to me.”

“Hoseok and Seokjin, Normals. Jungkook, Ripper and my apprentice. ___, human and Tae’s mate, so don’t touch her.”

“Of course, of course. All humans are welcome here”, Fredrick says and bows deeply, “welcome. I hope you will find great pleasure here. I’m Fredrick, husband of Fringella and long friend of Min Yoongi.”

“I wouldn’t say friend.”

“Oh come now”, Fredrick hits Yoongi’s upper back brotherly, “I’m the first person he turned.”

“Oh damn, really?” Hoseok gasps.

Fredrick nods his head and smiles proudly.

“Ripper, just like good Jungkook over here”, Fredrick points at his own chest, “I was turned three millennia ago and you?”

“1953?” Jungkook says shyly.

“Oh”, Fredrick belts out a loud laugh and then goes to slap Jungkook on the back so harshly poor Jungkook stumbles with big eyes, “so a Youngling? No wonder he is your apprentice, Min Yoongi. Tell me Jungkook, how many did you kill before Yoongi helped you?”

“I, I don’t know? I, I tried not to count.”

“Mhm sounds plausible. I killed ten thousand five hundred and twelve”, he says and smiles just slightly too proudly for your taste.

“O-okay? Uhm...” Jungkook is trying to wiggle out of Fredrick’s arm, failing miserably.

So with Jungkook in a tight headlock, Fredrick turns to Hoseok and Seokjin, who already cower away in fear of getting the same rough hug as poor Jungkook.

“And you? Younglings or not?”

“Very, please don’t hurt me”, Hoseok says, making Fredrick laugh loudly and then slam his hand on Hoseok’s shoulder in a brotherly pat. Hoseok’s knees buckle, a soft whimper slips past his lips.

“You are a funny boy. I like you.”

Hoseok steps back the moment Fredrick lets go of his aching shoulder, hiding behind Yoongi with a big pout on his lips. Meanwhile Jungkook is still trying to get out of the headlock, hitting Fredrick’s arm who doesn’t even seem to notice.

“Seokjin. I was turned in 1875”, Seokjin says confidently although his eyes seemed scared.

“Another Youngling. Oh that is great”, Fredrick says and greets Seokjin with a harsh slap to his arm, “oh to see the day where Min Yoongi surrounds himself with Younglings”, he says and chuckles.

Seokjin tries not to stumble but still ends up stumbling to the side with an aching arm.

Fredrick turns to you then, forcing cold sweat of terror to your skin.

“And you are ___, Taehyung’s mate. Oh that must be exhausting”, he says and laughs, “tell me is he still fucking his way through life?”

“N-not that I know of.”

“Oh that is hilarious. Kim Taehyung finally learned how to control his cock. But then, he is off to fuck my wife right now, so I would hardly call this control”, Fredrick laughs and lifts his hand to give you a brotherly pat as well.

You stare at it in horror.

This is it, you think, this is the night you will die.

Fredrick lowers it quickly.

You squeak.

Yoongi stops it, grabbing Fredrick’s wrist tightly.

“I told you not to touch her”, he hisses, “besides, release my apprentice will you?”

“Oh?” Fredrick looks at Jungkook, “oh forgive me, kiddo. You are so small and fragile that I didn’t even notice you”, he says and releases Jungkook.

Jungkook stumbles back, finding refuge behind Seokjin and Hoseok and looking like a sad puppy with tugged in tail doing it.

Yoongi lets go of Fredrick’s wrist by pushing it away, stepping between you and the vampire afterwards.

“I see you have to play bodyguard again. Kim Taehyung will never learn, will he? Oh Taehyung”, Fredrick laughs quietly and shakes his head.

He looks at all your faces again.

“But where is Park Jimin? I’m missing him here.”

“He’s not here.”

“Oh truly? But they were inseparable. Fringella’s dances were their favourite thing to go to together.”

“Jimin’s not here anymore.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Namjoon killed him.”

The room, once filled with music and chatter, becomes as quiet as the graveyard Jimin is currently resting on.

Fredrick’s entire face changes. The once bubbly, friendly person from before disappears, giving view to an angry, heartbroken monster.

“Park Jimin is dead?” he asks with a demonic voice.

Yoongi nods his head, forcing angry whispers to go through the room.

“I can’t believe this! Not Jimin! Oh if I meet Kim Namjoon, I will rip him to shreds!” Fredrick yells, grabs a chair and throws it against the wall so harshly it shatters into a million pieces.

You understand then, as you scan to faces of the people in the room and meet utter heartbreak in all of them, why Taehyung might be acting the way he does. He must have been thinking about the fact that he had to go to Fringella’s dance without his best friend by his side. Jimin wasn’t here anymore and this dance is the biggest reminder of it.

Oh poor Taehyung. No wonder he was so easily pissed off. He must have been in so much pain.

“That is why I’m here, Fredrick”, Yoongi says and places his hand on Fredrick’s arm. It seems to pull the vampire back to reality. Just like with Jungkook. Just one touch of their teacher and order returns to their mad faces.

“We are looking for him and we need everything you can give us about his whereabouts”, Yoongi says.

“Of course, I will help you. Everyone!” he calls the attention of everyone, “Min Yoongi didn’t come here looking for a fight. This fella here is looking for the murderer Kim Namjoon, who killed our precious friend Jimin! And he needs our help! So gather here and speak your truths!”

“Was that necessary?” Yoongi grumbles, looking highly uncomfortable by the attention.

Cheering goes through the room. People call his name and scream words of encouragement at him.

“Hear hear!”

“Down with the tyrant!”

“Long live Min Yoongi!”

“Kill the murderer!”

“It’s about time!”

“I mistrusted you unfairly Min Yoongi!”

Despite Yoongi’s words about being unpopular here, the crowd seems to love him, soon inching closer to your little group. Fredrick drags Yoongi right into the crowd. Yoongi turns before he disappears completely. His eyes carry discomfort and exhaustion. Poor Yoongi.

“Stay together”, he tells you then the crowd swallows him.

“Uhm…” Jungkook says, “what the actual hell did we walk into?”

“You say what I’m thinking”, Seokjin murmurs.

He watches with the rest of you as Fredrick and his friends seem to carry Yoongi in their hands. Not literally because Yoongi puts up quite the fight to stay with both feet on the ground, but one wrong step and the poor guy would probably be flung into the air by the excited crowd.

“Can I say what I’m thinking?” Hoseok says.

“Say it”, you tell him.

“I feel like we shouldn’t have come here.”

“I’m getting the same feeling”, you agree and Seokjin nods his head as well.

“Do you guys think that Yoongi will get his answers?”

“Hopefully?”

“Poor Yoongi, I feel bad for him”, you say and pout.

“Why?” Hoseok asks.

“Because he hates crowds”, you explain, letting out a loud sigh afterwards, “poor Yoongi.”

“Yeah poor Yoongi”, Jungkook agrees.

“Idea”, Seokjin says then, “let’s go to the bar, get booze, hide in the garden far, far away from people and get very drunk and I’m sure we’ll have a good time.”

“We could do that”, Hoseok agrees, finally breaking away his eyes from Yoongi to turn to you and the others instead.

You sit down on the grass once the bottles are obtained. Hoseok offered you his jacket to sit on, which you declined at first until he convinced you with a pout.

So now you are sitting on top of his jacket in the green grass and sharing a bottle of champagne.

Hoseok, Seokjin and you have been chatting vividly while Jungkook has been awfully quiet.

“Jungkook hey”, Seokjin says, handing the younger vampire the bottle, “what’s wrong?”

Jungkook takes a sip, “nothing’s wrong”, he says, handing the bottle to you.

“Yeah, something’s up. You’re really quiet.”

“I’m always quiet, hyung.”

The three of you exchange a look.

“No, that’s not normal”. Hoseok says, scooting closer, “talk to us Kook.”

“No”, he refuses, ripping out grass.

“Well, maybe it’ll help more than killing the poor grass”, you say, placing your hand over his’.

He stops and sneaks a glance at you. For just a moment he falters, before giving in with a sag of his shoulders.

“How are you so cool with it?” he asks you.

“Cool with what?”

“Cool with Taehyung acting like the biggest, rancid fuckboy ever?”

“Damn, harsh words”, Hoseok says.

“Yeah well-”, Jungkook falters, lowering his eyes, “whatever, forget I said something.”

“Are you upset about it?” Seokjin asks him.

“Yeah”, Jungkook whispers.

“Oh Kook”, Hoseok says, placing his arm around Jungkook’s waist, “that sucks. He’s so mean.”

“And I’m upset cause he, he talked about me like that.”

“What do you mean?”

“When he said the thing about control and us people”, Jungkook says and sniffles, “that was so mean.”

“Yeah that, I heard it too. That was really uncalled for”, Seokjin agrees, “I’m sorry Jungkook. He had no right to say that.”

“Yeah, he seriously didn’t”, Hoseok agrees.

“I’m sure he didn’t actually mean it”, you assure him, “he just wanted to anger Yoongi and said untrue stuff.”

“No, he meant it”, Jungkook murmurs.

“No Kook, I’m sure he didn’t.”

“It’s about the principles, ___”, Seokjin says, “he may have only said it to annoy Yoongi, but it still sucks when you insult a certain characteristic of someone when a person you care about has it as well and hears it. Kind of makes the insult sound like a confession about their true feelings.”

“Yeah”, Jungkook whispers, sagging his shoulders even more.

“Okay if you put it like that, I can see why it is upsetting”, you say, “I’m sorry, I didn’t see it that way, Kook. I was trying to cheer you up, but sounded ignorant.”

“It’s fine”, he murmurs, lowering his head until he can rest it against Hoseok’s shoulder, “I’m sad guys.”

“Hey Kook!”

“No baby!”

“Come here Kookie!”

The three of you exclaim at the same time, hurdling over each other to take Jungkook into a big group hug.

“Don’t be sad sweets, we’re here now”, you tell him.

“Yeah, we’re here Kook”, Seokjin agrees.

“We’re not going anywhere”, Hoseok promises him before smooching his forehead loudly.

“Thanks guys”, Jungkook murmurs, finding comfort in the hug. It is warm and smells like genuine love. He likes both of those things and it makes him happy to know that those two things are for him right now.

“You know what we should do?” Hoseok asks.

“What?” Jungkook is talking quietly.

“We should finish this bottle, get more and then dance. I’m sure that will help more than being sad in the grass.”

Jungkook sighs and shrugs his shoulders, “yeah sure, we could do that.”

“Of course we’ll do that. Come on guys, let’s help Kook up and dance.”

It helps. Jungkook is soon too drunk on alcohol and the music to really care about his thoughts. You all are, don’t assume anything else. Seokjin is willing to reach very deep into his pockets tonight. Very deep.

“Fuck”, you stumble again, falling into Hoseok’s chest.

He catches you safely, keeping his hands wrapped around you tightly.

“Careful”, he is lulling his words.

“Damn bro, no joke. I’m fucked”, you say, laughing manically afterwards.

“Same dude”, he says, snickering uncontrollably.

“What’cha guys talkin’ bout?” Seokjin throws in, leaning himself on your shoulders.

“Drunk”, you tell him, “we’re really drunk.”

“Same”, he says and hiccups, rubbing his cheek against your shoulder like a cuddly cat.

“You good?” you ask him.

“Yeah, so good. ___ you smell nice.”

You laugh, “are you guys trying to do a masquerade ball one point two here?”

“No, course not. Unless”, Seokjin wiggles his brows at you, “you’re down for it.”

“Yo, seriously dude? Here?” Hoseok gasps.

“Yeah dude, here?” you tease him.

“What about here?” Jungkook throws in, now having stumbled to your little group. He finds support on Hoseok’s shoulder which in return makes Hoseok lean more of his weight on you.

“Seokjin wants to grind”, Hoseok lulls.

“Yeah, wanna grind”, Seokjin says, rubbing his nose against your neck.

“What grind? On each other?” Jungkook lulls, stepping closer.

“Yeah each other”, Seokjin says, nodding his head, “you join too Kook, you got a nice ass.”

“Thanks bro, you got a nice ass too.”

“Thanks bro”, Seokjin says and the two men high five each other clumsily. They just kind of slap each other’s wrists and call it a day.

“Yeah bro”, Jungkook says.

“Bro”, Seokjin whispers and tugs you closer.

“Guys seriously”, you groan, “you’re kinda unfair right now leaning on the only human here”, you whine, struggling to keep up their weight.

Seokjin snakes his arms around your waist, trying to help you with the burden. Not that he is of great help. Now you have Hoseok and Seokjin trying to tug you closer while Jungkook is still fighting to get into the hug.

“Guys”, you laugh, wiggling out of them with all you got.

They stumble, falling into each other.

“Give a girl some slack”, you say, smoothing over your dress.

“Noo come back ___”, Seokjin whines, making grabby hands at you.

Hoseok drapes his arm around his shoulder and drags him into his body.

“Why are you so horny, dude? You’ve never made a move on her before.”

“Cause she’s pretty. ___ bro you got a nice ass too.”

You snort, “thank you Seokjin.”

He lifts his hand so you can high five it. Which you do, even if Seokjin misses the first time and only gets it right with Hoseok’s help.

Thinking about it, perhaps Seokjin is the drunkest right now.

“Hoseok”, he lulls and presses his lips against Hoseok’s neck, “I miss Emma.”

“Okay, bad news guys. He’s going into depressive mode”, Hoseok says, fighting for his life to keep Seokjin from falling to his knees.

“I get it dude”, Jungkook says and stumbles closer to you, “depressed”, he says and plops against your body.

“Who let those two babies drink?” you groan, “Kook, you have half a ton of muscle mass, please use your legs, I can’t hold you.”

Jungkook whines, “hold me please ___, you smell so good.”

“Okay, know what? Let’s get you to a bench.”

And so it happens that you and Hoseok (with your dizzy heads) drag your two immortal babies to the next best seating possibility. You sit them down, propping them up in a way so they could lean against each other.

“There. Now you can be depressed together”, you tell them, turning to Hoseok, “I’ll get water, you stay here.”

“Yeah, try not to trip.”

“I won’t.”

And with that you turn to stumble away onto your journey for water.

Truth be told, you forget your destination halfway to the bar. It wasn’t your fault, but that of your host.

“Are you lost ___?” Fredrick asks, placing his massive hand on top of your head.

“Oh hey there Fredrick sir”, you greet him, “don’t touch my head like that. You may be one massive tree of a man, but I don’t want your hand on my head.”

Fredrick snorts before laughing loudly.

“Who filled you up?” he says, studying your swaying body.

“Seokjin”, you answer him, “and now he’s crying over his girlfriend.”

“His girlfriend? Who’s this girlfriend if I may ask?”

“Emma. She’s a Glutton, but he can’t find her.”

“Emma, mhm. I know an Emma.”

“Yeah you do? That’s good. Go to him and tell him, because he’s sad.”

You stumble. Fredrick catches you, holding you with painful strength.

“Good sir”, you grunt, “you are too strong, don’t touch me.”

“Oh you are hilarious”, he laughs again, throwing his head back, “forgive me, I won’t touch you again.”

“Thanks.”

You lock eyes with Fredrick. He is grinning down at you.

“Since when are you Taehyung’s mate?”

“Since last September, but we had a little break for a few months because he lied to me and then tried to kill me with Jimin and Namjoon and then Yoongi locked him up as a punishment, but he’s free again and we’re good.”

“Ah I see”, Fredrick’s amusement grows, “and Yoongi, tell me, is he still the loner he always was?”

“Don’t know”, you say, shrugging your shoulders, “I ain’t telling anyways, even if you try to convince me.”

“And why is that?”

“Cause”, you shrug your shoulders, “that’s why.”

“I could convince you very easily”, Fredrick says with a playful smirk.

“No you can’t”, you say and show him your magic ring, “my mind’s safe from you fuckers, I’m not dumb.”

“Oh you”, Fredrick bursts into belly aching laughter. He laughs so hard that you fear his big tits may rip through his shirt (not that there was much of a shirt on his torso to begin with), “I like you. No wonder, Taehyung fancies you.”

“Mhm I know”, you say confidently.

“Either way, I have to go. There are many people who want to talk to me. If you see Yoongi anywhere tell him he’s welcome to join me for a whiskey upstairs.”

“Yoongi?” your ears perch up, you straighten your back, “where’s Yoongi?”

“Don’t know. I lost him an hour ago.”

You look around the room in search for him. Where is Yoongi?

“Either way, I’m going. It was nice talking to you, human ___.”

“Yeah, yeah”, you dismiss him, turning his back to him. Where is Yoongi?

Fredrick watches you stumble away with curiosity in his eyes. He has never seen such a reckless, yet also impressively confident, human in a room where ninety percent of the guests aches for a taste of her neck.

“Oh yeah!” you whip back around and stumble to Fredrick.

You press you finger into his chest.

“You go talk to Seokjin and tell him about Emma, or else”, you tell him, poking his chest harder.

“I will talk to him”, Fredrick promises.

“Good”, you say and turn back around to finally leave.

“She is fascinating”, Fredrick murmurs, “oh if only she wasn’t Taehyung’s”, he says and licks his lips hungrily.

You disappear behind a pillar and with it out of his sight.

Fredrick turns, making his way upstairs. He won’t talk to this Seokjin guy. Emma is better off where she is.

You enter the long hallways, dodging too many people to count. You have to find Yoongi. This is top priority. Find Yoongi and then…make out with him. Yes, that’s the plan. You will find Yoongi and then make out with him. You really want to make out with him.

It is difficult to walk in your heels. They are so uncomfortable and way too high. You really should have picked out sneakers or something. Or no shoes. That would have been fun too, you think as you walk right over some broken glass.

“Or maybe not”, you mumble before continuing your way to Yoongi.

Now where is he?

You cross another corner, entering the massive entrance hall. The air is cooler here then it is in the ballroom. The chatter is quieter as well. It is still loud, but it at least is not as deafening as it was back there.

“Now. Where is he?” you mumble and look around the room.

There he is. Your eyes find him an instant, focusing on him as if it was their only purpose. He is alone, hiding under the stairs with a glass of whiskey in his hands and a deep frown on his face. His figure and face are almost hidden completely in the shadow, but you still know that it is him.

Your face lights up, your heart flutters.

There he is. Your Yoongi Boongie.

You quicken your steps.

You see him a little better now that you are coming closer to him. His eyes – previously they scanned the crowd – are focused on you. His hand lifts the glass to his lips. He drinks the bitter beverage without moving one single muscle in his face. Then he lowers the glass again and licks his lips once.

You dodge an unknown vampire, then two more steps and the shadow swallows you as well.

“Hey there stranger”, you greet him.

“You look drunk”, he says dryly.

“I am. Very drunk actually. I hate my shoes, it’s difficult to walk”, you tell him as you rest against him with your cheek on his shoulder.

“You smell like Fredrick”, he tells you, stepping back.

You lift your head, pouting now that he rejected you so obviously.

“Yeah. I met him when I was trying to look for you. He touched my head.”

“He did what?” he hisses, puffing out his chest.

“Calm down”, you stop him from storming off and ripping Fredrick’s hand off, “I told him not to touch me and he apologised. I’m good.”

Yoongi stares at your head, obviously trying to check for wounds. He relaxes with a huff of air, taking a big sip of his whiskey.

“Good”, he grumbles, looking to the side with a roll of his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him, poking his tummy.

“Don’t”, he says, tensing his abs.

“You look pissed”, you say, studying his dark frown, “what’s wrong?”

“I’m not. Just bored.”

“Yeah because you’re hiding in a dark corner all alone like a creepy little shadow. The party’s back there, not here.”

“I don’t want to be there.”

“Why not? You’d be less bored.”

“Yeah and far more pissed.”

“Really?”

“Mhm, I can’t stand Fringella’s people. They’re perverts.”

“And you’re not?” you tease jokingly, but Yoongi sends you one of his looks. The kind of cold, annoyed look you haven’t seen from him in ages.

“Careful”, he hisses.

“Damn Yoongi, you’re really pissed aren’t you?”

He grinds his teeth and looks away.

“Was the talk with Fredrick so bad?”

He shakes his head, but keeps frowning.

“Tell me about it. Do we know more now?”

“Yes. There’s a group of Namjoon’s followers outside town. One of the guests saw them gathering in an old warehouse.”

“But that’s good news.”

Yoongi nods his head.

“Fredrick’s sending some of his men out there tomorrow. They’ll kill all of them except one. We’ll question them.”

“Seriously?” you gasp.

Yoongi sneaks a glance at you.

“That’s Fredrick’s methods. They’re successful, so I won’t question them.”

“I...understand”, you say, scratching the side of your neck awkwardly. Yoongi is right. The method seems the best for a situation like that. You just have to get used to the constant presence of murder and death and just how normal they are seen by everyone here.

“Do you think that they’ll talk?”

“Oh trust me, they will.”

“Okay”, you whisper.

Yoongi looks at your face.

“Don’t think about it. Fredrick and I will do the work, you should go sightseeing with the others tomorrow. I heard the city offers a really nice botanical garden, I’m sure you could like it.”

“Don’t you want to come with me?”

“No.”

You fluster, blinking rapidly.

“Well, that was quick”, you say.

Yoongi licks his lips now that he feels embarrassed about how quickly he denied you.

“Not tomorrow. I have to take care of Namjoon’s followers”, he tries to put softness into his voice, but fails just slightly.

“Fine, then I’ll do something else tomorrow and we’ll go to the gardens the day after that.”

Yoongi studies your features. He just can’t seem to stop himself from frowning.

“We’ll see what we can do”, he says dryly.

“Okay, we’ll see about it.”

You reach out and touch his wrist.

“Do you want to come out of the shadows now and join us?”

Yoongi hesitates. You notice that he does and decide to distract him.

“Or actually. We don’t have to leave this place.”

You step closer, making him fall against the wall as he tries to keep the distance up. Even closer. You place your hands on the wall beside his head.

Yoongi lifts his head and lets it fall against the wall, locking eyes with you.

“What are you doing?” he rasps the question.

“Taking your mind off of things”, you say, taking his chin between your fingers to keep his head tilted up.

It makes Yoongi’s eyes glow ruby for just a second.

“I think it’s kind of hot that I’m taller than you.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm yeah, I like it when you look up at me. Your pretty eyes are made for it.”

“I know what you’re trying to do here.”

“I know”, you say, dragging your thumb over his lips, “you’re tempting me.”

He is affected. You know that he is because he likes it when you look down on him. Tonight he seems way too annoyed to react however.

“We’re not alone”, he says, turning his head away.

“We’re hidden enough, nobody will notice”, you say, leaning in to kiss his neck most seductively.

“Control yourself”, he says, moving away slightly.

“I can’t. You’re so addictive”, you rasp, giving his neck a gentle bite.

Yoongi tenses up and lifts his shoulder to his ear.

“I mean it”, he hisses, “don’t play with me tonight.”

You stop and lift your head to study his features. He is frowning.

“Oh Yoongs, what’s wrong?” you ask him, trying and failing to caress his cheek because Yoongi flinched away when you reached out.

So he is truly upset. Well damn.

“Did someone say something to you? What else happened when Fredrick dragged you away?” you ask him worriedly.

“It shouldn’t concern you.”

“Well it does. We’re a team, remember?”

He sneaks a glance at you.

“It’s nothing”, he says.

“No, it’s not nothing. You’re upset, I can see it”, you say, caressing his upper arm, “talk to me, Yoongs.”

“They said my name, talked to me. They know who I am, princess.”

“I mean… Obviously people know you. You’re the Min Yoongi and you announced that you are avenging their friend. Obviously they will talk to you.”

“I don’t want that”, he hisses, “I don’t want to be seen as, as some sort of stupid, fucking celebrity.”

“Oh Yoongi”, you say, rubbing his arm gently, “I know, but I’m sure they didn’t mean any harm in it.”

He huffs out air.

“I’m sure most of them talked to you out of a sense of respect and because they wanted to help.”

“Whatever, you don’t get it”, he says, shaking you off.

“No I do. You don’t like it when people know you, but don’t think that way. Those people think they know you but they don’t. They know the Creator you, not the real you. And you don’t have to show your true side to them, you can pretend.”

Yoongi listens intently to what you have to say, emptying his glass of whiskey gradually.

“You can put on a façade tonight and pretend to still be that scary, unbeatable Creator and people will believe to know you when in reality they never will.”

You give his cheek a soft pet.

“You can do that Yoongi, you know? Just because people know your name and reputation doesn’t mean you automatically have to show yourself to them. You can be hidden behind a mask, that’s your right to do.”

It happens then that the deep frown finally falls from his face. His forehead stops creasing, his brows relax and his eyes – once cold in anger – warm up as they focus on your face. Yoongi takes your hand with utmost care and lifts it to his lips to kiss your knuckles softly.

“Thank you”, he says, rubbing the tip of his nose against your knuckles just once before he lets go again in fear of someone seeing him.

“Don’t. That’s what I’m here for.”

Yoongi nods his head in understanding, avoiding eye contact as he feels too shy. You give his soft cheek a little pinch then step back to give him some space.

“Do you want to dance with me?” you ask, stretching your arms out to him.

“Dance?”

“Yes, dance. I feel like dancing.”

“I don’t know. I don’t like dancing.”

“Do it for me?”

“I don’t know.”

“Please Yoongi?”

“Mhm”, he cocks his right eyebrow up.

“Please?”

“Can’t you ask someone else?”

“But-”

“Hoseok!” Yoongi interrupts you.

The younger vampire stops in his tracks abruptly, backtracking slowly. He looks around the hallway for a moment before his eyes finally land on you.

“Oh, there you are”, he says and hurries to you “what the hell? Why are you hiding in the shadows? I didn’t even see you at first. Also thanks ___, you were of great help.”

“Why?”

“You abandoned me with the two biggest babies ever. I had to drag them outside all on my own. And then Seokjin pushed me into the fountain and now I’m drenched. Look”, he shows off his wet body, “I had to walk all the way back to the bathroom to get dry and they are still outside both crying and whining about their lovers. Why would you abandon your own brethren like that?” he is whining loudly, carrying the biggest pout on his lips.

“Oh shoot, I’m so sorry Hobi. I totally forgot”, you gasp.

“What’s wrong?” Yoongi asks.

“It’s Kook and Jin. They’re waiting outside, totally drunk and depressed”, Hoseok explains.

“Great. I’ll take care of them. You guys should dance together. I’m leaving.”

“Yoongi wait”, you call after him.

Too late. Yoongi is gone already. With sagging shoulders, you turn back to Hoseok, giving him a pout.

“I’m so confused”, he says.

“I asked Yoongi to dance with me and he panicked and then played wingman for you and I.”

“Ah I see”, Hoseok nods his head, “is he being grumpy again?”

“No, he is most definitely not in his preferred location.”

“Oh yeah, I get it”, he laughs, “I almost joined a blood orgy on my way to the loo.”

“Excuse me, what? You joined what now?”

“Nothing. I just opened the wrong door and suddenly bam around twenty vampires fucking. All covered in blood and cum and sticky stuff”, he shudders, “very disturbing, especially when you just wanted to dry up. I left that room so fast.”

“I can imagine”, you cringe, “now I know why Yoongi thinks they’re all perverts here.”

“Oh yeah, they definitely are”, Hoseok laughs, nodding his head, “you should seriously stick with us because I don’t know what would happen if you accidentally walked into that room.”

“I don’t even want to imagine.”

“Neither do I”, Hoseok says and furrows his brows.

“Well uhm”, you begin, “now that we were so successfully wing manned by Yoongi, do you want to dance?”

“Honestly? I kind of want to leave. This party isn’t of my taste.”

“You know what? I respect that. Come on, let’s see if we can still catch up with Yoongi.”

You and him hold hands so you wouldn’t get separated.

“I’m sorry for leaving you. My drunk brain totally forgot what I wanted to do.”

“It’s fine, I kinda had a gist that you idiot forgot”, he assures you, making you chuckle.

“Is Tae still here?” you ask him.

“Yup somewhere. Probably. I guess. I honestly have no idea, I know as little about his whereabouts as you.”

“You don’t think that he’s in that room, do you?”

Hoseok seems worried for a moment. Not for Taehyung, but your feelings.

“I don’t know”, he says, laughing nervously, “I honestly didn’t look that closely and it was pretty stuffy and dark. So I didn’t see much.”

“Hobi, you guys can see perfectly in the dark.”

“Yeah still”, he whines, “I just didn’t look that closely, okay?”

“Yeah okay, I get it”, you say and huff out air, “I just really hope that he isn’t.”

“I’m sure he’s not.”

“Do you think Yoongi is alright?” you ask him.

“Yes, I think he just needs some alone time.”

“I get it. Gosh, I feel bad for him. He always excludes himself from stuff without even trying first”, you pout, “I feel so bad because I feel like he could have so much fun if he allowed himself to.”

“I get it, but it’s Yoongi. I don’t think he could ever have fun with”, Hoseok leans in to whisper, “those people.”

“I guess”, you mumble, “but he could stay with us and have fun with us.”

“Yeah I know”, Hoseok gives you a sorry look, “don’t take it to heart ___, I’m sure he doesn’t mean it personally.”

“I know, I’m not. I guess, I’m just an overly worried girlfriend right now.”

Hoseok laughs, caressing your upper back gently.

“Don’t laugh. I feel like all I do these days is worry about one of you guys.”

“You don’t have to, you know? We’ll make sure that nothing happens to us just so you don’t have to worry.”

“Gosh Hobi, you’re sweet. Thank you for staying safe", you say, caressing his arm.

Hoseok gives you a cute grin, “of course. Now where is Yoongi? Mhmm.”

You and Hoseok look around the spacious garden.

“I can’t see him anywhere”, you say.

“Yeah, neither can I. Let’s go further up the path.”

You look left and right as you walk, looking for a small vampire with two massive vampires thrown over his shoulder. Knowing Yoongi, this will be his preferred method of transporting the drunk babies back to their rooms.

You end up not finding Yoongi anywhere and walking all the way back to the house.

You stop by a food vendor for some fries with ketchup and then eat them on a metal bench while a few feet away a street musician plays his songs. The lanterns are still burning brightly and all around you, people have gathered to listen to the melodies.

“You know what I hate the most?” Hoseok says.

“Wet clothes?”

“Oh yes, very much so. Especially wet socks”, he wiggles his feet, “there is still water in my shoes.”

“Oh no, poor boy. Should we go back to the house already? So you can dry up?”

Hoseok shakes his head, “but that’s not what I meant.”

“No? What else?”

“When they put the ketchup all over the fries.”

“Yeah same, oh my god, biggest pet peeve.”

“Totally”, he agrees and pokes his fries into the ketchup. He throws it into his mouth and chews vigorously, “those are good fries though.”

“Mhm, totally. Really good. Very salty, which I like.”

“Same. Salt is what makes them good.”

“Agreed.”

“And lots of grease. I don’t understand how people don’t like greasy fries.”

“That’s like a fifty-fifty for me”, you say, “sometimes I like it, but sometimes I get a tummy ache from it. So it all depends on the day.”

“I respect that”, Hoseok says, nodding his head.

“Tonight the grease’s good though. My drunk ass needs it.”

“Totally. My mates back in the day always said that greasy food is the best to sober up.”

“They totally had a point. That and chocolate donuts.”

“Chocolate donuts?” Hoseok laughs.

“Yeah?” you glance at him, “why are you laughing? They are the bomb when you’re drunk.”

Hoseok lifts his hands in defeat, shrugging his shoulders, “I couldn’t possibly tell you, I never had them when I was wasted.”

“You should really try them. They’re amazing.”

“Next time then, unless”, he looks around, “nope, there’s no donut vendor around here.”

“Yeah sad, I already looked. I really crave them.”

Hoseok drapes his arm around your shoulder, patting your arm, “my condolences.”

“Thanks”, you say and chuckle, “maybe that’s karma for abandoning you.”

Hoseok laughs quietly, “maybe yeah.”

He keeps his arm around you afterwards, dancing his fingertips over your upper arm to the melody of the street musician. And as he does, he continues munching on his fries, making sound effects of approval each time the fry was especially salty or greasy. You do the same, enjoying the calmness of the night. Out here, time finally seems to feel real. Back at Fringella’s place so much happened at once that you could barely even keep up. It felt like a dream or as if you were stuck in a movie and someone pressed the fast forward button. But out here, you can breathe again. This feeling is nice.

Hoseok looks at you, which in return makes you look at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Honestly we should have just done this”, he says.

“Done what?”

“Stayed on the streets. I feel like the night wouldn’t have ended that messily if we did.”

“You think the night ended messily?”

“Yeah I guess”, Hoseok shrugs his shoulders, “Kook and Jin are too drunk, Yoongi is moody and Tae’s gone. And you’re upset too.”

“I’m upset too? What makes you think that I am?”

“I mean…you can’t be okay with Tae acting like that, can you?”

You take a deep breath through your nose, turning back to the street musician. You take a fry and eat it. You swallow it.

“I don’t know”, you say, “I feel like I have no right to feel negatively about his behaviour. Not when I’m the same.”

“The same?”

“Yeah. I want to keep seeing Yoongi too and I’m flirting with you guys. I’m the same.”

“Okay but, you’re not the same. Taehyung’s probably involved in god knows how many orgies with, like, really weird people right now. And he is so nonchalant about fucking strangers. I don’t know, I just think he’s different than you.”

“I guess”, you say.

You eat another fry and then another.

Hoseok has turned back to the street musician by now.

“Sorry. I didn’t wanna overstep my boundaries”, he says, giving your shoulder a little squeeze. His palm is cold like it always is.

“No, it’s fine. It would be weird if you guys didn’t ask. It’s honestly a little strange for me too to have him act so nonchalantly about sex with strangers, but it is what it is.”

“I guess”, he says.

“I’m more worried about Kook, if I’m being honest. He is really upset about it.”

“I know. Honestly it wasn’t okay for Tae to talk like this.”

“Yeah, but I still think he didn’t actually mean it.”

“I guess. It’s still not okay.”

“No, it really isn’t.”

“Especially because Kook’s such a romantic”, Hoseok says and sighs sadly, “I feel so bad for him. He just wants to experience that really cheesy type of love, you know?”

“I know”, you murmur sadly, “it’s so weird, because when I met Tae he was this really cheesy romantic, who talked about monogamy and wanting The One, but he feels so different these days.”

“Is he mean to you?”

“Oh god no, he isn’t. He’s still a total sweetheart when we’re alone. But sometimes he is just…different. I can’t explain it. He seems so distant sometimes”, you say and after a moment of silence you speak again, “I shouldn’t say that. I know why he’s like this.”

“Why?”

“He’s grieving Jimin. That must be it. He is grieving the loss of his best friend. You heard when Fredrick asked about Jimin today and that those two always went to these dances together. Just imagine how much it must hurt him to know that he can’t experience it with Jimin anymore.”

“You really think so?”

“Yeah”, you nod your head, “Jimin was his best friend for so many centuries. You know, sometimes Tae talks in his sleep and sometimes I ask him questions and he actually answers me. One time he repeated that he lost it. So I asked him what he meant by it. And Tae he…fuck”, you lower your head, “Tae told me that he lost his will to live. Fuck”, you inhale shakily, “I cried myself to sleep that night because I was hurting so much for his sake.”

You sneak a glance at Hoseok. He seems to truly live your emotions with you, eyes sad and lips turned downwards.

“Just imagine how painful it must be to lose a person you have known hundreds and hundreds of years, with whom you have shared not one, but countless lifetimes with. I don’t think anyone could truly describe the amount of pain that must bring.”

“It must be really painful. I don’t even want to imagine how it would be to lose Kook or Jin or you and Yoongi”, Hoseok lets out a scoff, “goddamn it, now I feel bad for being mad at him.”

“Yeah, it’s honestly such a messy situation. I’m mad at him for Kook’s sake, but I also feel guilty for it because in the end, Tae’s in a lot of pain too.”

“It’s really messy”, Hoseok agrees, nodding his head. He throws the empty food container into the bin and stands up.

He claims the spot in front of you.

“Let’s go back to the mansion, it’s getting cold and I feel like staying here will only make us feel depressed as well.”

“Gosh Hobi, you really can’t stand talking about sad stuff can you?” you say as you accept his hand and let him pull you to his feet.

“No, I hate it so much. I’m too awkward for it”, he says, making you chuckle fondly.

You intertwine your fingers again and then begin wandering down streets. You don’t chat a lot, just talks about how nice the night is when you aren’t trapped in a vampire orgy mansion and how you truly should have stayed on the streets. Then you wondered whether or not Yoongi would have been less grumpy about it and then you talked about how bad you feel for him now that he has to take care of Jungkook and Seokjin all on his own.

You then sped up your steps and hurried back to the mansion.

“Yoongi?” you call out, closing the door behind you, “we’re back!”

You slip out of your heels and Hoseok helps you with taking off your coat.

“Hyung, how are the others holding up?” he calls out.

The mansion however stays silent.

“Where is he?” you ask Hoseok.

“Don’t know, let’s check upstairs.”

You check Seokjin’s room first. The owner of said room is knocked out, sleeping with his mouth agape and a wet cloth pressed to his forehead. Yoongi also managed to somehow wrestle him out of his suit. He placed the neatly folded suit over the backrest of Seokjin’s armchair.

“He’s knocked out”, you whisper to Hoseok.

“Yeah, let’s let him sleep”, Hoseok answers you and together you tiptoe out of his room, closing the door behind you.

Next, Jungkook’s room.

“Yoongi hyung?” Jungkook’s tiny voice calls out from the darkness.

“No, it’s us”, Hoseok answers him.

“Hobi hyung, you’re back.”

“Yep, we’re back.”

“Is Taehyung back too?”

“No, he is still at the dance.”

“Oh”, Jungkook says and then soft sobs fill the silence.

“Hey Kookie, I’m here now”, Hoseok gasps, hurrying to his bed, but not before turning to you, “look for Yoongi, I’m staying with Kook.”

“Good plan. Give him lots of hugs from me.”

“I will. Hey Kookie. Hyungie’s here now.”

“Hobi, I really need a hug.”

The door falls closed behind you, drowning out the rest of their conversation. Hoseok will take the greatest care of him. You are sure of it, because Hoseok is one of the sweetest people you know. You feel terrible for having to abandon Jungkook in his state, but you know of Yoongi’s warnings. Moments of emotional vulnerability make Jungkook prone to lash out on humans against his will. And you don’t want that to happen. Jungkook doesn’t need another burden atop his aching heart. Hoseok will take good care of him, you are sure of it.

You finally find Yoongi outside, standing by the fence at the far end of the garden. You hurry to him, using what little light the moon gives as your guide. The grass is wet on your bare feet, tickling your shins as you hurry through it. You are sure that your dress is soaked by now, but you don’t care. You will simply wash it.

“Hey.”

Yoongi turns his head, studying you from head to toe.

“Hey.”

“That’s where you went off to. I was looking everywhere for you. You left so quickly.”

“I hate those things.”

“Why? I thought it was really fun.”

“I hate the stares.”

“Yoongs, that wasn’t true. People didn’t stare at you.”

“Yeah they did.”

“Well, if they did then it was because you look so handsome in your suit.”

Yoongi sneaks a glance at you, seeming flustered. You giggle and step closer, nudging his arm with your chest.

“What are you looking at?”

“Fireflies.”

You turn and look at the endless fields. He is right. The darkness is broken up by hundreds and hundreds of golden sparkles. They flutter on their black canvas, painting pictures of utter tranquillity.

“They’re pretty”, you say.

“I guess. I find them relaxing.”

“Yes, you’re right. They are really relaxing”, you say and smile, “it must be such a great life to spend it making the night prettier.”

“Yes”, Yoongi agrees as he looks at your face. You don’t see that he looks at you, too busy being happy about the fireflies, “it must be a good life”, he says, looking at your lips before he has to look somewhere else as for just a second he felt like gasping for air.

“Did you know that fireflies glow to attract a mate?” he asks.

“I didn’t know that”, you sneak a glance at his face, “where did you learn that fact?”

“Just somewhere, can’t remember.”

“Mhm”, you acknowledge him then look at the fireflies again.

“I like knowing facts”, he confesses quietly.

“Mhm, you know a lot. It’s always awesome when you tell me something. I learn new stuff, that’s nice.”

“Yeah”, he whispers, flustering slightly.

Yoongi picks off a little loose piece of wood from the fence. He looks at it and how it sits under his fingernail. He flicks it away and begins picking at a new spot.

“Did you dance a lot?” he asks.

“No, we left a little after you. We ate some fries and listened to a street musician.”

“Mhm.”

“Why did you not want to dance with me?”

“I hate doing it.”

“Really?”

He nods his head, “there were too many people.”

“Ah, I see. The stares.”

“Yes.”

“I get it”, you say and then hug his arm. You rest your head against his shoulder. “You have to dance with me one day.”

“You really want that, don’t you?”

“Yes, I want to know how you dance.”

He looks at you. You have your eyes closed, smiling contently.

He turns then, forcing his arm to slip from your grasp but making up for it by taking you in his arms in a perfect dancing position.

“What are you doing?” you gasp.

Yoongi steps closer and begins moving.

“Dancing with you”, he whispers.

Your eyes begin sparkling even brighter than the fireflies. Yoongi finds immense happiness in the smile you give him.

He leads the dance. Slow steps. Left and right at first before he makes your feet take steps back and forth as well. And then it becomes a pattern of different directions until you are swirling over the meadow, looking as if you are floating on dark clouds.

And as he guides you over your improvised dance floor, the fireflies seem to burn even brighter, dancing with you while the stars light up your surroundings.

He keeps looking at you as you dance. His eyes are sparkling with such love they could outshine the moon. You can’t look away either, gazing at him with your heart racing in your chest.

So you are dancing. You are actually dancing. And it is even better than you could have ever imagined it.

Yoongi twirls you and catches you safely. It makes you laugh and for his own lips to curl into a fond smile. You grow closer afterwards. He is hugging your waist while you caress the back of his head.

“What is it?” he asks softly.

“Nothing, you’re a good dancer”, you tell him.

He flusters and ends up twirling you again. He twirls you and twirls you until you are squeaking and squealing and laughing so much that your tummy aches.

“Stop, oh my god, I’m dizzy”, you complain.

He stops you, holding you safely, “sorry”, he whispers with fondness in his voice.

“Urgh Yoongi, now I’m dizzy”, you whine in a chuckle, resting your forehead against his shoulder. A happy giggle shakes your body and Yoongi finds himself kissing whatever part of your head he can reach, “oh Yoongi…”

You step back and twirl him.

“No, don’t”, he says and laughs, stumbling back into your arms.

You giggle, caressing his back while swaying from side to side.

“You’re so silly”, he says in a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Yeah I know”, you grin, “you’re cute.”

“Are you drunk?”

“Yes”, you nod your head, “drunk on you.”

“Tzt. I walked right into that one, didn’t I?”

“Yeah”, you have to snicker.

Yoongi is melting. You sound so adorable when he makes you laugh. He draws closer, resting his chin on your shoulder while holding you close with his arm on your lower back.

You rest against him, squeezing his hand softly.

“You’re smaller again”, he whispers.

“I know. My feet hurt so much, so I took off my shoes. I hope that I don’t step on a slug. That would be so disgusting and I would have to burn off my skin with acid.”

Yoongi chuckles.

“Should I massage your feet later?”

“You don’t have to.”

“Okay, I’ll massage them.”

You smile, “you’re so cute. Thank you, Yoongi Boongie.”

You begin twirling again, covering your naked feet in the evening dew whilst creating circles in the grasses. They make sense to you and him. They form the perfect pattern as they are created out of the same melody. A melody only you and him can hear.

“Wait Yoongi not so fast, my feet are clumsy”, you laugh, stepping on his toes more often than not.

“It’s not fast, you’re just slow”, he teases you and picks you up after you stepped on his toes again. Now you are tangling in his arms, feet just inches off the ground and waist held safely by one of his arms. He presses you against his chest, gazing up at you.

“Set me down”, you whine whilst having to giggle.

“You said I’m too fast”, he says, doing a little twirl while you squeal and squeeze his shoulder. He laughs, setting you down just to hug you close.

“I’m so dizzy”, you whine, lifting your head to send him a pout. His laugh grows until you can’t help but giggle yourself.

It’s so nice. It’s so nice to hear him laugh so much and to watch his face literally scrunch up in happiness. It’s so nice to witness his happiness and to know that right now it is just you and him. As with many of your most precious memories with Yoongi. It’s just you and him.

You know that it originates from a place of wariness on his side. Showing such tenderness in public could mean your death. You know of Yoongi’s fears. But it doesn’t make the moment any less special, maybe it makes it even more special. Because right now, it is just you and him and he shows himself to you as who he really is while fireflies watch you fall in love deeper and deeper.

“I’m happy”, he says and inches closer to rub his cheek against yours like a cuddly cat.

“Me too, Yoongi”, you tell him, doing the same to him with your eyes closed.

“I’m so weird when I’m with you, aren’t I?”

“No, you’re perfect.”

“You think so?”

“Yes. You make me happy without even doing anything.”

“Mhm, okay”, he whispers, turning his head to give your cheek a kiss, “you too.”

“Good”, you turn your head, making your noses touch.

Yoongi’s lips part, his eyes almost close as they look at your mouth. You break the distance, kissing him sweetly.

Yoongi stops dancing and as a result so do you. He wraps his arms around you oh so tightly and as a result, so do you. And so it happens that you are standing still as you kiss, hugging each other even better once you break away and begin dancing again.

Yoongi sighs, keeping his eyes closed as he begins rubbing his cheek against yours again.

“I’m sorry that I was such a moody bore at the dance”, he says quietly.

“Don’t say that Yoongs. I’m glad you didn’t dance with me there”, you tell him, playing with his hair slowly.

“Why?”

“Because I wouldn’t have wanted anyone to see this.”

“Mhm, yeah”, he whispers, caressing your spine.

“You’re not boring.”

“Don’t say that.”

“But I’m serious.”

Yoongi stays silent because he is flustered.

“You also smell nice”, you say, nuzzling your nose into his cheek and tickling him in the process.

He chuckles, “you’re so silly.”

“Yes, oh so silly because of you”, you coo, snickering when this makes Yoongi huff out air and then grumble quietly.

“You really have to stop giving me so many chances at being cheesy”, you laugh.

“Whatever. It’s because you’re a flirt.”

“No, it’s because I want to fluster you.”

“Tzt.”

You giggle, turning your head. You can’t see his blush as his skin is glowing silver in the moonlight, but he avoids eye contact which means you made him shy.

“You’re cute when you fluster.”

“Shut up, no I’m not.”

“No? Well then you’re handsome.”

Yoongi sneaks a glance at you, pouting slightly.

You giggle, pulling him into a kiss. Yoongi accepts it instantly, touching your lower back while he kisses you back with tingles in his stomach.

He likes it when you tease him. He would never tell you because he’s scared that if he did, you would stop. But he really likes it because it gives him flutters in his tummy and makes you giggle. He likes hearing you giggle and he also likes the flutters in his tummy.

He pulls back, holding your cheek safely in his hand.

“I’m sorry that I only introduced you as Tae’s mate. That was shitty of me to do. I shouldn’t have erased you like that.”

“No Yoongi, don’t apologize. I know why you did it. People liked Tae and they didn’t dare to touch me with that knowledge. But if they knew you liked me too, then that could have been dangerous. You didn’t know who to trust and I’m sure that many people would have used that knowledge to hurt you.”

He nods his head, furrowing his brows.

“Fuck princess”, he presses out shakily, “I seriously can’t lose you.”

“I can’t lose you either, Yoongi.”

You kiss to seal the promise, holding hands oh so tightly.

“You won’t lose me though Yoongs, hear me? Those are just silly fears of yours” you whisper.

“No, it can happen so fast. Fuck, sometimes I just wanna keep you locked up in my room.”

You laugh softly, “please don’t.”

Yoongi caresses the tip of your nose with his own, “I won’t do it, but if you’d let me…”

“No”, you snicker, “Yoongi Boongie, you silly kitty.”

Yoongi peels his eyes open, squeezing your hands. You open your eyes as well, squeezing his hands back. He pulls your hands closer and kisses your knuckles. Afterwards he rests his cheek on them, looking at you with so much fondness you wonder if his eyes could ever be normal again.

“You’re so beautiful, my princess”, he says.

“You think so?”

“Yes, I do”, he drops your hands but only so he can cup your face instead. He caresses your cheekbones and smiles drunkenly.

“I’m drunk too”, he confesses.

“You are?”

“Yeah, I drank too much because I was thinking too much.”

“Thinking about tomorrow?”

He nods his head, “I’m scared to fail you.”

“Fail me? Why would you fail me?”

“Because if we don’t get anything out of them tomorrow, your freedom is still so far away and fuck, princess”, he lowers his eyes, “I just want to give you the keys to the fucking world, but I can’t.”

“Yoongi”, you whisper, making him look at you by tilting his head up with a finger under his chin.

He looks at you with sorry eyes.

“You’re already giving me the world when you’re close.”

He blinks rapidly then looks at the ground with strict precision. It makes you giggle.

“So don’t worry. You won’t fail me, no matter what tomorrow brings.”

“Mhm”, he acknowledges you, stepping closer without saying anything. He rests his chin on your shoulder, cradling you in his strong arm while intertwining his fingers with you.

“We’ll have to leave in two nights”, he tells you, “one of Fredrick’s creations heard whispers of Namjoon being in Paris. So once we eradicate Namjoon’s followers here, Fredrick will prepare us a flight.”

“Okay, we’ll go there together”, you say and smile, “can we make out on top of the Eiffel Tower?”

Yoongi laughs, but shakes his head.

“That’s just reckless.”

“No, it’s not. It’s romantic.”

“So? We can make out in the hotel room too and it’d be the same.”

“Oh no, it’d not at all be the same.”

“I think you’re putting too much importance into Paris. It’s a rancid city.”

You roll your eyes, “I think you’re just telling yourself that because you only spend your days in tiny hotel rooms.”

“No, it’s because it’s shitty there.”

You laugh, “you’re seriously such a grumps.”

He lifts his head to show you a frown, furrowing his brows.

“I don’t mind”, you whisper, erasing the frown by dancing your fingers over his brows softly, “I just want you having fun from time to time too.”

“I do. With you…when you are here…with me…” he lowers his eyes, “whatever.”

You smile fondly.

“I’m glad you do. That’s all I want for you.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?” you chuckle, “because I want you to be happy, of course.”

“Oh. Okay. Thanks”, he says and hides his face in the crook your shoulder.

“Gosh Yoongi, you’re so silly sometimes”, you say, hugging him. You begin swaying your bodies from side to side and soon you are the one leading the dance while Yoongi hugs you with his eyes closed and his nose buried in your neck.

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Mold a Pretty Lie | 05

Pairing: professor!Jin x Fem undergrad!Reader

Genre: College!AU, Unhealthy relationships, toxic relationships, virgin reader, eventual yandere, eventual smut

Summary: They say love is like a garden that requires regular care and attention. Kim Seokjin, your kind and handsome professor, is more than happy to cultivate the vines that bind his heart to yours.

Word Count: 4,727

Rating: 18+

~~~~~

Seokjin was staring.

He knew it would be obvious to anyone looking, but luckily for him it was just the two of you in his office, and you were absorbed in reading an article. There was no one to call him out on the way his gaze was laser focused on you.

Or, to be exact, the bruise on your lovely, otherwise unblemished neck. One that looked suspiciously like it had been made by a pair of eager lips.

He didn't like it. He didn't like it one bit.

Who exactly had you allowed to mark your skin like that? Was it one of the boys who had gotten you drunk the first time? Did you go out with them again despite his cautionary advice?

Seokjin shouldn't care so much about what you did in your free time. This was probably a good thing - you would get over your crush on him, finish your project, and go on to do whatever great things you were sure to accomplish. The thought left a bitter taste in Seokjn's mouth. Despite his best efforts, his curiosity consumed him to the point where he found himself biting back suspicious queries he technically had no reason to make.

Several days later, the question answered itself. The bruise was almost gone, faded to an imperceptible hue that he could only see because of how intently he studied you when you weren't looking. No new ones had appeared to replace it, and Seokjin found himself relaxing. Perhaps it was just a one-off. You were young, it was likely you had just had a careless lapse in judgment, or -

"[Y/n]!"

Seokjin watched your head swivel, and the way you smiled at the handsome boy in the doorway made his own stomach clench into a hard knot. Why were you looking at this boy the way you looked at him?

"Aw Tae, you didn't have to come all the way here, I'm just finishing up," you said happily, though you spared an apologetic glance at your professor that did nothing to dull the thorns pricking his chest.

He recalled that this was one of the boys from your group project - Kim Taehyung. Who had taken you out and gotten you drunk, and was now smiling at you in a way that set Seokjin's teeth on edge. And you were calling him Tae. The two of you were close enough for nicknames?

"Hey Dr. Kim, great lecture yesterday! I'm just here to take [y/n] off your hands," said Taehyung with a sincere, boxy grin that Seokjin wanted to rip off his face. Seokjin forced himself to give the student his usual carefree smile before he pretended to review the paper he had been grading, feeling an inordinate amount of irritation filling his veins.

Take you off his hands? You were his research assistant. This Taehyung was just some college kid who was clearly distracting you from your studies with his charm and good looks. Was he the reason you had been leaving on time these days rather than staying around to chat after hours? Was he the one who had left that taunting mark on your neck?

"I could have met up with you at your dorm," you said over your shoulder as you logged out of the computer. Seokjin tensed. You had been to this boy's dorm? Bitter tendrils of darkness began to twine themselves around his chest, shadows made longer by the bright glow of your smile.

"But I wanted to see you sooner," the boy said with an obnoxious pout. Jin wanted to roll his eyes, but it was clear Taehyung's comment had had the desired effect, because the flustered look you sometimes wore around him appeared on your face. Couldn't you tell this kid was just trying to get in your pants?

"You're impossible," you scolded, though the way you beamed at him revealed your true feelings. Something akin to nausea simmered in Seokjin's gut at the eager way you grabbed your bag and scurried to Taehyung, and when the boy wrapped an overly familiar arm around your waist his vision flashed red.

He leaned in close - too close - to whisper something in your ear, and your soft giggle added fuel to Seokjin's irritation.

"I'll see you tomorrow, professor!" you chirped happily, letting Taehyung usher you out the door. By the time Seokjin could reply, you were gone, leaving behind a mass of angry vines in his chest.

He stared unseeing at the paper on his desk, unable to keep his mind from wandering to what the two of you were doing. You said you were going to meet him at his dorm - were you… going to stay there? Alone? Would you show up to his next lecture with a new hickey to replace the one that was almost gone?

A loud crack broke Seokjin out of his spiraling thoughts, and he looked at his now ink-covered hand to see he had snapped his pen in two. He let out a frustrated growl and tossed the broken plastic into the trash before stalking out of his office to wash his hands.

Why was he so fucking irritated? You two were college students. College students hung out and flirted and hooked up all the time, it was normal.

But you, you were anything but normal. You deserved the best, not some barely post-pubescent child who didn't know what they were doing. Your smiles were too precious to be wasted on boys like Taehyung, your laugh too dear. Judging by what he had seen today, you seemed to be completely smitten, liable to get your heart broken by a boy you were far too good for.

Vines constricted around Seokjin's chest as he remembered your tear-stained face so long ago, the quaver of your voice as you tried not to cry. He couldn't let that happen again.

He rounded the corner and stopped short, the scene before him searing itself into his mind with infuriating acuity. You, backed against the wall, wrapped in Taehyung's undeserving arms as he kissed you. You, pretty fingers threaded through Taehyung's hair as his tongue invaded your mouth. You, sighing in a way that made Seokjin's blood run hot as Taehyung's hands drifted down your lower back.

"Ahem."

As soon as you registered the awkward throat clearing, you broke away from the boy and stared at Seokjin with utter mortification on your face.

"P-professor," you stammered, hands immediately scrunching at your shirt in an anxious fidget. You were slightly breathless, and Seokjin tried not to be distracted by the way you chewed your lower lip. It was already swollen from your… activities… and your teeth were only making it more apparent. "Uh, w-we were just - "

"Sorry Dr. Kim," said Taehyung cheerfully, clearly feeling none of your embarrassment. He took your hand in his, blissfully unaware of the fury brewing under his professor's skin. Seokjin was struck with the sudden urge to break the fingers currently lacing their way between yours. "We'll get out of your hair."

The boy tugged you away and you left, meeting Seokjin's eyes with a backwards glance that looked almost as agonized as he felt. He realized he was grinding his teeth, jaw tense as he stared at your retreating form. Was Taehyung taking you somewhere to finish what he'd started?

The thought of that pretty sigh of yours popped into his mind unbidden, and he swallowed hard as his hand clenched into a fist. The stickiness of the drying ink reminded him of what he had come out here for in the first place, and with a sigh he went to the bathroom.

Seokjin watched the ink run off his skin down the drain, but the image of your body pressed against Taehyung's refused to disappear.

~~~~~

"H-hi, Dr. Kim," you stammered awkwardly, hovering in the doorway like you had at the beginning of the semester. "Um, how are you today?"

You kept your eyes fixed on his chest, unable to bear the possibility of seeing judgment or disappointment marring your professor's handsome features.

Why had you let Taehyung kiss you like that not a minute after leaving the office? What started as an innocent peck turned into two, then three, to more soft kisses that had made your knees weak and your chest fill with warm honey. Before you knew it, you were pressed between the wall and his body, surroundings forgotten.

Of course someone would come across you, and of course with your luck it was the last person you'd pick. What must he think of you now?

"I finished the first draft of the research paper," you babbled, not letting him respond to your question as you shuffled into his office. Maybe if you never shut up, he would forget he'd seen anything. "I think it - "

"Relax, [y/n]."

Your professor's voice, full of its usual good humor, cut off your panicked ramblings and you looked up to see his familiar smile. Your shoulders sagged in relief, and you gave him a tentative smile back. Until he motioned for you to sit across from him at his desk rather than the separate table you usually worked at.

You obeyed with trepidation, sinking into the chair and doing your best not to die of embarrassment.

"I'm really sorry about yesterday," you began preemptively, feeling heat prickle your neck as you remembered your professor's shocked face. "I shouldn't have - "

"It's alright, [y/n]," Dr. Kim's soothing voice cut you off again. "You're an adult, and you weren't disrupting a class."

He trailed off, and you looked at him in confusion. If he wasn't upset with you about that, then why did he want to initiate a discussion? You ignored the prickle of your own disappointment at the fact that he didn't seem to care at all that he had seen you kiss another boy.

Dr. Kim cleared his throat, looking uncharacteristically hesitant as you looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to explain what he wanted to discuss.

"Before I go on I'd like to say that this topic isn't strictly appropriate to discuss, but I feel it's important because I care about you as a person in addition to being my student," your professor began, and you felt your stomach flutter at the bare suggestion that he might see you as more than just a charge he was guiding.

"Not… appropriate?" you asked faintly, shoving down the thrill his words sent down your spine. You were overthinking, like you always did.

"That boy - Taehyung - is he your boyfriend?"

You blinked, completely caught off guard by the question. That had not been what you were expecting.

"N-no, not… yet?"

Your reply was pathetically tentative, and you hated yourself for your inflection. Taehyung was certainly sweet and affectionate, but there hadn't been any discussion about feelings or relationships. But that was normal, right? The two of you were getting to know each other better, and since the party he had been showering you with affection.

The slight furrow of your professor's brow said something different.

"I don't mean to pry or overstep, but isn't that the same person that got you drunk the night before my lecture?"

Dr. Kim's words sent hot flames of shame licking at your cheeks, and you shifted self-consciously as you found your eyes drawn to a scratch on his desk. How did he remember that? And why did you tell him about it in the first place? You ran a finger along the grooved wood and nodded, because your throat felt too constricted to speak.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, I'm just concerned," he said quietly, reaching across the desk to put his hand over yours. Your professor's touch was gentle, and he gave you a reassuring squeeze that sent warm tingles through your veins.

"Um, I don't intend to let any relationships interfere with my schoolwork or research," you offered, as it was the only thing you could think of that he might worry about. It was hard to think rationally when you were distracted by his soft skin and the fervent hope for your hand not to start sweating.

You peeked up at him to see a fond smile on his face, soft and sweet and dangerously close to daydreams where he'd smile at you for other reasons. His eyes caught yours, and for a moment you found yourself captivated, unable to look away.

"Of course not," he replied with a chuckle. Then he hesitated again, looking at you with so much concern you felt your insides melting.

"I know it's not my place, I just don't want to see you get hurt or taken advantage of."

Huh? Your confusion must have shown on your face, because those plump lips twitched again into a rueful smile.

"You're a beautiful girl, [y/n], anyone can see that, and I worry that your… friend's intentions aren't completely pure."

You were vaguely aware that you were staring, but it was taking all of your mental capacity to process the words that had just tumbled out of your professor's lips. Did he - did he just say you were beautiful? Not pretty, not hot, but beautiful?

Before you could spiral completely, the end of his sentence nudged your mind.

"Taehyung's not - he's not like that," you said uncertainly, though doubt began to poke at your chest. He was always openly flirty and affectionate with everyone - had you made a mistake thinking you might be special? Dr. Kim squeezed your hand again, and the sympathy on his face made you feel both giddy and shy.

"I saw Taehyung speaking privately with Miss Lee last Monday," he said simply, grip tightening on yours as your face fell. "I'm not sure what it was about, but it looked... somewhat intimate."

"W-what? But…"

That didn't make any sense, Taehyung and Lee Yoojin weren't friends. You had never even seen them speak to each other. Yoojin had even been a part of the group of girls that had made your first few weeks hell for monopolizing the boys' (and Dr. Kim's) attention. And Monday? That was after the two of you had kissed, after the two of you had started - as Phoebe would call it - "hanging out."

Then again, even if it was true, it wasn't like Taehyung was technically doing anything wrong. He hadn't promised you anything, even if his actions had led you to believe that what you had was something special. Maybe you were just being too hopeful, overly clingy when he just saw this as a fun way to pass the time.

It still stung.

You didn't want it to be true, but Dr. Kim had no reason to lie to you, no reason to stick his unnecessarily perfect nose into student drama. You looked down on the grain of his desk as heat prickled your eyes, too distracted to notice the way your professor's own gaze flickered to the way you were chewing your lower lip.

Dr. Kim pulled you out of your thoughts by nestling your hand between both of his, and you felt your face grow warm despite the way your thoughts were racing.

"I'm sorry, [y/n], I didn't mean to upset you," your professor said apologetically, looking worried at your silence. It was an odd sensation, to be both dejected and embarrassed by his revelation but still feel delight from his touch. "I just thought you should know."

"It's okay," you mumbled, wondering why he always had to see you at your lowest. Even if it was gratifying, the way he looked out for you when he didn't need to. "I just feel like an idiot."

Your breath hitched when his thumbs began rubbing distracting, light circles on your skin, and you looked up at him in surprise. He was smiling at you, so much sincerity in his dark brown eyes that you could feel more of those flowers blooming in your heart.

"Don't say that," Dr. Kim said firmly, apparently oblivious to the way his touch was making your mind and pulse race. "You're a lovely person, both inside and out. If he doesn't see that, then he doesn't deserve you. And it's just your first year, there's no need to rush into anything in any case."

There it was again.

Lovely. Beautiful. Did he really think that? He couldn't know that every time he spoke, his sweet words wrapped around your heart in a knotted mess you had no desire to untangle.

"Thank you," you managed bashfully, hoping he didn't catch the breathless quality of your voice. "I - I know you have a lot more important things to do, so you taking the time to talk to me about this is - I just - um, I really appreciate it. It means a lot."

"I've already told you, there's nothing more important than your well-being."

And there was another seed in your chest, sown as gently and carefully as each stroke of his thumb against your skin. Your professor's words were a balm against the wound of his earlier revelation, soothing the humiliation and making you feel lighter than you expected.

"You're going to give me a big head," you giggled, smiling at him and hoping your admiration wasn't completely obvious. Dr. Kim looked genuinely pleased to have cheered you up, and for a moment you let yourself drink in twinkling dark eyes, his full lips, and inviting smile. For a moment, you let yourself pretend that he wasn't your professor, that he was holding your hand and calling you beautiful for another reason entirely.

Then a door slammed outside, shattering your illusion. The both of you jumped, and Dr. Kim gave a chagrined laugh before pulling his hands away. The moment was gone.

~~~~~

"[Y/n]! Want to get coffee?"

You forced a smile as Taehyung bounded up to you after lecture, Jimin following after with his usual cheeky grin. As you finished packing up your bag, your eyes met Dr. Kim's, and you felt your heart skitter. You couldn't quite decipher the expression on his face, but you assumed it was worry, considering the news he had given you a few days before.

"Um, I actually have to get somewhere," you hedged apologetically, though the way Taehyung's face fell made your stomach churn a little in guilt.

"You've been so busy lately," he whined, looking at you like a kicked puppy.

You hesitated, especially when Jimin added his pout to the mix, before you glanced over their shoulders to see Lee Yoojin staring at you with narrowed eyes. Her cold gaze was enough to douse the ember of guilt that had appeared in your chest, and you suddenly felt a spark of irritation take its place.

"Actually," you began, deciding to seize your courage now before you could change your mind, "Tae, could I talk to you alone for a second?"

Jimin sighed, before shocking you by wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing soft lips against your cheek. "I'll let you guys be for now, but I'm not letting Taehyung monopolize you forever," he complained, making your own mouth fall open in surprise. What did that mean? He pranced off before you could answer, leaving you even more confused than ever.

Taehyung was smiling at you as if you were the only person in the room, but when you spared a glance to the front of the lecture hall and realized Dr. Kim was still watching. Had he seen Jimin's kiss? You hoped he didn't think you were being stupid, or that you were ignoring his advice from earlier.

"Let's get that coffee first," you sighed, grabbing your backpack and slinging it over your shoulder. Your friend's eyes brightened and he grabbed your hand like he'd been doing recently. You felt like it would be too awkward to refuse, and you let him lead you out of the lecture hall, wondering if you were imagining the sensation of eyes boring into the back of your head.

You stewed in your thoughts as the two of you walked to the cafe in the student union, oblivious to the way your silence put a glimmer of concern in Taehyung's eyes. He paid for your coffee despite your protests, and as soon as you sat down at one of the rickety tables he took the chair next to yours, letting his knees brush against your own.

"Is everything okay?" Taehyung asked, and you took a bracing sip of your drink before meeting his gaze. You had made a split second decision to talk to him about what was going on, but you had no idea how to broach the topic.

"What were you talking to Yoojin about last Monday?" you blurted before you lost your nerve, internally berating yourself for sounding like a jealous girlfriend. Tae's eyes widened, and his next words only made you feel worse.

"How did you hear about that?" he asked in surprise, looking uncharacteristically nervous. Your stomach dropped at his expression, your mind already racing to the worst possible explanation.

"Does it matter?" you asked with a frown, not missing the implication that he didn't seem to have intended to tell you. You looked down, playing with the edges of your coffee sleeve so you didn't have to keep looking at him. "I just - I know we're not anything, but I thought…"

"Um, she wanted to… uh, start hooking up," Taehyung mumbled. "Like we did at the beginning of the semester. But I said no!"

"What?"

You felt odd. Fuzzy. Hazy. Like it was someone else sitting there, trying to understand what was happening.

"Jimin and I… we hooked up with her at the beginning of the semester," Taehyung explained nervously, and something icy settled in the pit of your stomach. Both of them?

"At… the same time?" you asked faintly, taking another gulp in the hope that the warmth of your coffee would help thaw the cold feeling inside of you. It didn't.

It wasn't so much that they'd done something wrong - it was that you had no idea, and apparently Taehyung had had no intention to tell you. Why? Was it because he thought it would lessen the chances of… of doing the same with you?

Taehyung cleared his throat awkwardly, his cheeks tinged a faint pink that you would have found cute at any other time. "Uh, yeah. And separately, too. But it was before we met you!"

"Oh."

Another frigid shard pierced your chest as you remembered Jimin's words and actions earlier. They had both always been flirty and affectionate, but… was this just a thing they did? Had their end goal been to eventually have you in their bed? Would you then be discarded for a newer model like apparently Yoojin had?

"Is that - is that what you want from me?" you asked, unable to keep the hurt from your tone. "Is that all this is?"

His eyes widened, and he shook his head frantically, taking your hand in his own. You pulled it away.

"What?! No, of course not," he said in a rush, looking a little desperate at your action. "[Y/n], I really like you."

A few days earlier those words would have made you elated. Now, you weren't sure what to feel. What if he was just saying that to appease you?

"So what was that Jimin said about you 'monopolizing me'?" you asked flatly, crossing your arms as you waited for Taehyung's response. He wilted at your tone, and you hardened your heart against the effect of his devastating puppy eyes.

"He likes you too," he mumbled, looking worried about your reaction. "But he'll drop it if it makes you uncomfortable!"

Uh. What? This was officially too much for your brain and heart to handle.

"I… I think I need some time," you finally managed, wondering what kind of alternate reality you had found yourself in. How exactly had you gone from invisible to… whatever the fuck this was, in just a few months?

"I - yeah, okay," said Taehyung reluctantly. He looked so dejected you found yourself wanting to console him, especially since he had been nothing but sweet to you. But this was all new territory, and you didn't want to blindly believe in someone you had just met a few months ago.

You didn't hate him - you couldn't, and he really technically hadn't done anything wrong. And he was being honest now that you'd asked him point blank, which you appreciated. It would just take some time to soothe the cracks in your chest, and think about what you wanted without being influenced by pretty eyes and stolen kisses.

"We are still friends though, right?" Taehyung asked anxiously, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes that were so difficult to resist. You felt your smile grow into something more genuine, cautiously optimistic that he seemed to want to be friends even without the option of something more.

"Of course, Tae. I'll let you know if - if anything changes."

The relief on his face was palpable, and for a split second you wondered if you had misjudged him and the situation. But then a familiar set of broad shoulders at the counter caught your eye, and you remembered your professor's words.

"You're a lovely person, both inside and out. If he doesn't see that, then he doesn't deserve you. And it's just your first year, there's no need to rush into anything, in any case."

Dr. Kim was right, there was no reason for you to rush headfirst into whatever this thing with Taehyung was - had been.

Your professor turned and you forced yourself to look back at Taehyung, feeling embarrassed. You especially shouldn't be pining after a man just because he was gorgeous and kind to you. And thought you were beautiful.

"I really do have to go to my next class now," you said apologetically, trying to reassure Taehyung by patting his head the way you knew he liked. "But I'll see you in lecture on Friday, okay?"

"Yeah, okay," he replied, also standing up and giving you a relieved smile. His one-armed hug was comforting, a reassurance to the both of you, and as you watched him you felt another pang of uncertainty that you pushed away.

You let out a sigh, slumping in your seat, suddenly exhausted. Had you made the right decision? Or were you just being an oversensitive prude? Why couldn't these things just have a definitive, empirical answer?

A blueberry muffin plopped down on the table, startling you out of your musings. When you glanced up, Dr. Kim was smiling down at you.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his tone even softer than the expression on his face.

"I - I'm fine," you replied, shocked by your professor's intuition and consideration. It never even occurred to you that he might have been eavesdropping.

"Good," he murmured, his approving tone making your chest thrum. "I've been worried."

The words chased away the lingering discontent leftover from your conversation with Taehyung. Your professor cared, enough to check up on you and even get you a treat to cheer you up when he thought you were upset. You remembered the Powerade he had left you, and forced away the petals that stirred in your chest at the thought.

"I'm a big girl, professor," you retorted lightly, giving him a cheeky grin that surprised even yourself. "You don't have to worry so much."

Dr. Kim's laugh was light and free, cheering you up even further.

"Too late," he teased back, those plush lips of his curved into a wicked grin. The sheer playfulness of his response almost sent you reeling, but you were able to gather yourself enough to give a good-natured eye roll.

"I'm not that helpless, am I?" you asked almost petulantly, looking up at your professor with your best pout. To your surprise, his eyes went wide and he stared at you for a moment before responding.

"Apparently not," he replied with a slight cough, looking oddly disconcerted. For some reason, the tips of his ears had gone pink. He wasn't getting sick, was he?

"Are you okay, professor?"

At your query, Dr. Kim straightened, though something in his smile was different in a way you couldn't quite place.

"Of course, [y/n], never better."

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jungwnies · 2 years

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📱 : ♡₊˚𓂃⠀◟ making a tiktok with BTS

synopsis. doing a tiktok dance with bts ! genre. fluff , slice of life , requested ! wc. 512 !

author's note. request by anon, short and simple but hopefully this was good <3 !

,, ❥ ꒰୨୧ ・ — namjoon (남준)

namjoon would learn the dance to the tiktok but it’s definitely not the best. he wouldn’t be opposed to making a tiktok. he has you pinky promise you’ll keep it in the drafts because his dancing wasn’t necessarily up to par. pov that one time he did some really dumb dance on weekly idol 😭 (hopefully you guys know what i’m referencing to.)

,, ❥ ꒰୨୧ ・ — seokjin (석진)

like namjoon his dancing was a little goofy and he wasn’t taking the tiktok seriously. but he would honestly love making the tiktok because it makes him feel a little younger </3 he would show you a dance and tell you he wants to do it ,,, he’d end up fucking it up but it’s okay because he’s jin

,, ❥ ꒰୨୧ ・ — yoongi (윤기)

he would know the dance like the back of his hand and do it very lazily with not much effort; but somehow he managed to make it look so effortlessly beautiful and put together 😃 (wish i could do that) he wouldn’t mind filming the tiktoks but he gets tired of them eventually and takes a break from tiktok dancing for like three months

,, ❥ ꒰୨୧ ・ — hoseok (호석)

so energetic, he knows the dances and makes them look really groovy. he’s really fun to do tiktoks with because he can do all of them without messing up and they’re just really fun and fresh ig? hobi knows what he’s doing and he’s about to eat your ass up in that tiktok no one can outdo the doer 🤌

,, ❥ ꒰୨୧ ・ — jimin (지민)

like hobi he’s going to eat you up if you ask him to make a tiktok with you. he knows the dances but once he sees the final thing he gets embarrassed and wonders why tf he just did that. he enjoys them in the moment but looking back he gets all flustered because everyone is hyping him up in the comment section; it does take a little convincing to get him to make another one.

,, ❥ ꒰୨୧ ・ — taehyung (태형)

agrees immediately; he knows the dance to an extent but once he’s actually doing the dance for the tiktok he forgets and starts doing something random. honestly he blows up for his randomness but also because he’s an idol. he will always be down to make tiktoks even if they’re not what the standard is supposed to look like.

,, ❥ ꒰୨୧ ・ — jungkook (정국)

honestly it takes a little convincing from jk too because he’s pretty introverted. he would prefer making the funny tiktoks and doing meme-y things, he prefers cracking jokes and doing things to laugh but if you really want to make a dancing tiktok he will eventually give in and do the dance SHYLY with you. gets flustered immediately after but then he also gets more comfortable and ends up making a whole bunch of dancing ones on his own and posting them.

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marblemoonstones · 8 months

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🩵 catharsis ~ chapter two

I apologize if there are any minor holes or grammatical errors. Feedback is welcome, but please be respectful. :)

*any similarities to other fics are accidental*

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*warnings: mentions of slapping, f reader, reader has starting of panic attack, reader with glasses*

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What did I just do?

That questions replays in my mind over and over and over again. I realize how crazy I am now, just going to stay at some random stranger’s house. My mom would be so disappointed in me!

I mentally facepalm, and hope that I didn’t just make the worst decision of my life.

After about a ten minute drive, you, Yoongi, and Seokjin pull into the garage of an amazing house.

It was a modern two-story house, with floor to ceiling glass windows.

(Drawing of floor plan below)

ground floor plan below ⬇️

(I know it’s kinda unrealistic, but this is what I want it to be. Blue is doors. Light blue is a bathroom.)

upstairs floor plan below ⬇️

(I know it’s not realistic, but this is how I want the upstairs to be. Basically, you could be standing in the hallway outside of a room and lean on a railing to look into the downstairs. And if you jumped off of the railing you would fall into the downstairs. The light blue means that’s where a bathroom is, and yes, there is a door to the outside balcony from the guest room.)

The garage door shuts as Seokjin gets my suitcase out of the trunk. I grab it and walk up the steps to the garage door as Yoongi opens the door. Then I walk inside, Seokjin following behind you.

The first thing I do is take off my sneakers and quickly unzip an outside pocket of my suitcase and stuff them in there.

The second thing I do is notice the five other boys in the living room. All looking at me in confusion.

As Yoongi and Seokjin take off their shoes, a tall man with black hair comes walking over, not-so-subtly looking at me.

“Hey hyungs, I’m glad you’re back safe. That rain was crazy! And is this the person?” Tall man looks at me, and I look at the hardwood floor.

“Yes, this is y/n,” says Seokjin, “She needs a place to stay until she starts college because she just broke up with her horrible boyfriend!”

I’m grateful he didn’t mention how I was crying and basically desperate for a place.

“Oh, hi y/n. I’m Namjoon, and I’m sorry you had a horrible boyfriend,” Namjoon gives a dimpled smile, and I find myself smiling back.

“I’m so sorry to just barge in like this, and if you don’t want me to stay I completely understand! It’s a random person in your house and you already have so many people living here so I’m sorry-“

“No worries y/n. Jin texted us about someone needing a place to stay, and luckily we have a very nice guest room that is never used,” Namjoon reassures me.

I relax a little, but I still feel super bad about invading their privacy.

“Now, why don’t you come meet the rest of our boyfriends? You already know me, Jin, and Yoongi, but this here is Hobi, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook.” Namjoon leads me into the living room where four other attractive men sit across the couches.

‘Hobi’ barely spares me a glance, but Jimin gets up and greets me. The first thing I notice is his pink hair.

“Hi y/n! I’m Jimin and I just wanted to say that you are really pretty.” He then gives a mischievous, almost cat like grin.

“Oy! None of your flirting Jimin,” Yoongi says, noticing my slightly flustered expression. Afterwards he lightly hits the back of Jimin’s head.

I do an almost imperceptible flinch at the action, hoping no one noticed.

“Anyway, I’m the oldest and then it goes Yoongi, Hobi, Namjoon, Jimin, Tae, and then Kookie. Jimin, Tae, and Kookie are the maknaes and they’re brats most of the time,” Seokjin explains.

“Hey! We’re not brats,” Taehyung whines while poking Jungkook.

“Stop poking me!” Jungkook responds, annoyed.

“I’m not poking you!”

“Yes you are!”

“Am not!”

“Am too!”

“See, total brats,” Seokjin says, while shaking his head at the youngest two.

With that, Hobi gets up and leaves, uttering a short “I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” I stare at the back of his brown hair as he departs.

I feel bad because he probably doesn’t want me here, and I don’t blame him.

“Goodnight Hobi, sleep well,” Yoongi says, giving him a quick hug.

After he leaves, Jimin drags me to sit down on the couch.

“Hobi-hyung is such a baby! It’s not even that late,” Jimin says, glancing at the clock on the wall, “It’s only 10:17 pm! We normally don’t even go to bed until 11 at the earliest. Yoongi-hyung over here sometimes goes to bed at 4am!”

Yoongi just rolls his eyes and says “You know I have work to do Jiminie. Someone has to make money to support you.”

‘Jiminie’ just rolls his eyes back, and turns back to me.

“Anyway, how old are you y/n? I’m twenty two, but Jungkookie over there is only twenty years old! He’s such a baby,” Jimin coos at Jungkook, making him scowl and throw a pillow.

“It’s not nice to ask a women her age, Jimin,” Taehyung speaks, surprising me with his deep voice.

“Oh, it’s ok Taehyung, I’m actually twenty years old, so that would make me even younger than Jungkook.” I smile, looking at the youngest.

“Yes! Hah, in your face Jimin, I’m no longer the youngest!” Jungkook cheers, and scoots to sit beside me.

“I guess you should call me oppa,” he says, grinning at me. While it seems to be innocent, the slight gleam in his eyes make me nervous.

“Jin-hyung! Jungkook’s flirting with y/n!” Jimin tattles, all while giving me another cat like smile.

“Jungkook! Stop flirting with y/n! She just broke up with her boyfriend!” Jin scolds.

“Why did you break up?” Taehyung asks, trying to change the subject.

The rest of the boys go silent as they wait for my answer.

“Um, well, it just didn’t work out. We had too many differences,” I lie.

Namjoon frowns slightly at that.

“Aw, I’m sorry y/n. Maybe your next boyfriend will be better!” Jimin says, snuggling into your side.

I stiffen at the contact, not used to such blatant affection. My ex usually only liked to show pda when we were alone.

“Jimin, you’re making her uncomfortable.” Namjoon makes this observation still with his slight frown on his face.

“Oh I’m sorry y/n!” Jimin then gives me a bit more space and I can feel myself relaxing again.

“If you ever feel uncomfortable with anything, please tell us so we know, y/n,” says Yoongi, “We want you to feel safe here.”

I feel your heart warm a little.

“Thank you Yoongi, I really appreciate that. I’m sorry again for coming and invading your personal life,” I say, feeling guilty for the hundredth time today.

“Y/n, I’m going to say this for the last time, it’s not big deal. So please stop saying you’re sorry.”

“But-“

“No buts!” Yoongi stops my protests with a stern glare.

“Yeah y/n, don’t feel bad! We feel glad to use our guest room because it usually just sits and gathers dust,” Jimin says cheerfully, then yawns big and wide.

“Looks like little mochi is tired,” Namjoon teases, reaching over to ruffle Jimin’s hair.

“I’m not tired! It’s only-“ another yawn interrupts Jimin, who sheepishly avoids Namjoon’s pointed gaze.

“-time for you to get to bed,” Namjoon finishes, “We’ve all had a long day, and I’m sure y/n is exhausted. Let me show you to your room upstairs.”

With that, I get up and follow Namjoon, grabbing my suitcase and lugging it upstairs with his help.

“This is Jimin’s room, Tae’s, Kookie’s, and here’s yours.”

Namjoon stops in front of the last door, and opens it, turning on the light. Inside is a nice, beige themed room. There is a big bed piled high with throw pillows in the middle and a bench at the end of it, with a dresser to the left of it as well as a desk. A closet is to the right, and next to the closet is a full length mirror, 2 chairs and a small table. A big fluffy white rug covers the carpet in front of the bed.

(Yes, I did do another drawing to help visualize it lol. Floor plan below ⬇️)

I also notice two doors. Namjoon explains that one leads to the bathroom that I will share with Jungkook and the other leads to an outside balcony.

“A balcony? Really? That’s so cool!” I gush, “Why hasn’t anyone claimed this room?”

“Well, everyone wanted this room, and we couldn’t pick someone so we just chose this one to be the guest room,” Namjoon explains.

“Ah, that makes sense. Thank you Namjoon, for everything. I am so grateful for you and your boyfriends’ generosity!” I thank him again.

“No need to thank me! And as Yoongs said, please don’t continue to thank us. It’s really no big deal!”

I just nod, and set my suitcase on the bench at the end of the bed.

“Well, I’ll say goodnight now! I’ve got to go wrangle those maknaes and Jin and try to make Yoongs go to bed. Knowing him he’ll stay up late but a guy can try!” With another dimpled smile, Namjoon shut the door and leaves me to my thoughts.

I sit on the bed, trying to comprehend all that happened today. First I see Minyoo and am happy, then my boyfriend accuses me of cheating on him so I break up and leave him. After that I wander around wondering where to go and by some miracle a handsome man just so happens to notice my stress and offers to let me stay at his beautiful home with his beautiful boyfriends. Now I’m at said beautiful home, sitting on the most comfortable bed I’ve ever felt in your life.

I let out a silent scream, and then flop back onto the bed. Closing my eyes for a moment, I take a deep breath. I can do this. It’s just a month, right?

After showering in the luxurious bathroom, I change into my soft strawberry printed pj set. Yawning, I turn off the lights and climb into the bed.

My eyes close, but sleep doesn’t come. I toss and turn to no avail. Huffing, I check the clock; only 11:30. I decide to go fill up my water bottle, hoping that I can fall asleep afterwards.

Gently I open the door, seeing that the upstairs is now dark with only a small nightlight plugged in, illuminating the hallway.

Tiptoeing down the stairs and into the kitchen, I’m surprised to see a dim light coming in from the room closest to the living room. But then I remember Jimin saying that Yoongi sometimes stays up until 4am, so I assume it’s him.

After filling my water bottle, my curiosity gets the better of me and I slowly open the door to the dim room.

Inside there is a big spinning chair that Yoongi is currently sitting in with his back to you. He has big computers and a keyboard set up in front of him, with lots of other technical equipment. Two big leather couches line the wall and music posters are hung up on the walls.

I now know what Yoongi’s job is- sort of. Obviously it’s something in music, but I’m not sure the actual name of it.

Not wanting to interrupt Yoongi, I go sit on one of the leather couches until he’s done with whatever he’s doing.

After some typing noises, he turns around in his chair. I can see that he’s changed into a comfortable sweatshirt with matching pants rather than his work clothes earlier.

“Oh, hi y/n. I thought I noticed someone coming in. Usually it’s one of the maknaes, as they love to stay up late.” He chuckles and the runs his fingers through his black hair.

“Ah, yes well I just decided to peek in and see what this room was,” I say sheepishly, “It’s all very interesting with this equipment that you have! If you don’t mind me asking, what exactly is your job?”

“I’m a music producer,” he explains, “I am a part of this company called BigHit Music as one of the main producers.”

A music producer, huh? You didn’t peg him for the music type and are a bit surprised.

“Really? That’s cool! What type of music do you produce?” I ask.

“I usually produce rap music because it’s my favorite,” Yoongi explains.

Then, his brows furrow a bit and he asks, “What are you still doing up? I thought everyone else was asleep.”

I shrug, then decide to tell the truth.

“I couldn’t sleep. I guess I’ve had a long day.” I laugh but Yoongi doesn’t. Instead he looks concerned.

“You definitely did, I’m honestly not surprised you can’t sleep now. Want to stay here for a while? Maybe watching me work will be boring enough to make you sleep.”

I consider my options, not wanting to bother him, but it’s like he’s reading my thoughts because he then says, “It’s no big deal y/n, I like company while I work. You wouldn’t be a bother.”

“Really?” I ask, “My ex always wanted me to leave while he worked. He said I was a distraction and basically forced me out of the room.”

I say this normally but then realize how it sounded.

“I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have said that, he wasn’t mean he just didn’t want me interrupting him. You don’t need to know about my ex.” I look apologetically at Yoongi, who now has an unreadable expression on his face.

“You don’t need to apologize, y/n. You are now a part of our household, and we want to know more about you. You also seem to apologize a lot, even when there’s no need to. Was everything okay with you and your boyfriend before you broke up?”

I know he doesn’t mean to pry, but I can’t help but feel a bit exposed by the blunt question. My boyfriend and I’s relationship wasn’t perfect, but there was no major problems with it. Except that he had an awful temper and often yelled and maybe slapped me a couple times. No big deal. Everyone got angry, and I knew he never meant it.

“Everything was fine. Sometimes he would yell at me, but that was only a couple times and nothing else happened.” I feel bad lying again, but I just don’t want them to find out about the slapping.

Yoongi nods, not wanting to push it, and turns back to his work.

“Feel free to stay or leave, the choice is yours.”

I decide to stay, as the leather couch is comfy and the ambiance is nice. After placing my water bottle and glasses on a side table I curl up on the couch. Yoongi then grabs a fluffy white blanket from a cabinet and throws it to me. After snuggling into it, I close your eyes and slowly fall asleep to the soothing sound of typing.

A bright light wakes me up, as someone throws the warmth off of me. I groan as I open my eyes and fumble for my glasses. After putting them on, I can see it’s ‘Hobi’ (I’m sure that’s not his full name but I’m definitely not going to ask) who flung the blanket off of me.

“Wake up. It’s time for breakfast.” He turns to leave, but I stop him.

“Wait, can you stay for a second? I’m really sorry for invading your privacy and your house. I know I’m a random stranger, so I will try to keep out of your way. Also, I don’t know your full name so could you please tell me what you feel comfortable with me calling you?”

I really don’t want ‘Hobi’ to dislike me for the whole month.

“Whatever. Hoseok is fine. Hobi is reserved for special people only.” After saying this rather distantly, Hobi - who I now know to call ‘Hoseok,’ turns on his heel and disappears out of the room.

Well. That went great. I guess Hoseok doesn’t like me, and I completely understand why, but I wish that he wouldn’t be so outright rude.

I get up and hope that I look presentable and then walk out to the kitchen. Hoseok and Namjoon are sitting at the table talking while Seokjin and Yoongi are cooking what looks like pancakes. The maknaes are nowhere to be found.

“Good morning y/n!” Seokjin cheerfully waves with his spatula while Yoongi just grunts his good morning. Huh, maybe he’s one of those people who needs coffee before anything else.

“Yes, good morning y/n!” Namjoon smiles his (adorable) smile.

Hoseok doesn’t even look at me which now seems to be the usual response. I see Namjoon glance at him, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Hey y/n, can you go wake up the maknaes? All of our rooms are labeled so you definitely will be able to find them. I will warn you; they all may be in one room together,” Seokjin says to me.

“Sure! I’ll be back soon then.” I turn and go up the stairs.

The first name I see on the door is ‘Jimin,‘ so I decide to check that room first. No one in there. Next I check Taehyung’s room but it’s also empty. Finally, I stop outside Jungkook’s room. I hope that they’re in there, otherwise I’m going to have to tell Seokjin that I couldn’t fine them.

I gently twist the knob open, and internally coo at the sight in front of me. Sprawled across the big bed are the maknaes. Jimin is squished between the younger two, with Taehyung on his left side and Jungkook on his right. Taehyung’s leg is draped over Jimin and part of Jungkook, while Jungkook’s arm is hugging on top of both of them.

I hate to wake them up, but it’s time for breakfast and I know they probably will want to eat.

I slowly walk over to the bed and start gently shaking Jimin, thinking that since he’s in the middle he would wake the other two up. But he just snuggles deeper into his boyfriends. After trying to shake the other two, I have no progress. I guess they are heavy sleepers!

I don’t want to invade their sleep, so I trudge back downstairs and tell Seokjin that they wouldn’t wake up.

“Those brats! Hmm, I know one way to wake them up. Tickle them.”

Seokjin grins evilly at the idea and then says, “Hopefully they don’t kick you y/n! Now, up you go to wake them up.”

“But I don’t want to invade their sleep, they’re probably really tired!” I protest. Really, I just want Seokjin to go wake them up so I can eat the delicious looking pancakes on the table.

“You’re not invading their sleep. Those kids have had all summer to sleep in,” Yoongi says, now looking a bit more awake. I assume it’s because of his giant yellow mug that is filled with dark liquid.

Defeated, I say “Okay, okay, I’ll go wake them with tickles.”

“Okay, okay, thanks y/n!” Seokjin says teasingly, then shoos me back upstairs.

I adjust my glasses before I go in and take a deep breath. Where do I even ‘tickle’ them? Oh, well. I’ll just try the most common spots.

Pushing open the door I walk over to the bed for the second time. After staring at their cuteness for a second, I hesitantly reach to Jimin’s side and give it a little pinch. He stirs, but continues to sleep.

Fine, I’m done with this. I just want to eat and get ready for the day! I rapidly knead Jimin’s side, making him jolt up with a sleepy, “Huh?”

One up two to go. While Jimin stares at me sleepily I swiftly use both of my hands to tickle Taehyung and Jungkook’s side. Both jolt awake just like Jimin. I giggle because they all are so adorable.

“What’s going on,” Jungkook says, looking like a sleepy bunny.

“Hmmm…” Jimin lays his head on Jungkook’s shoulder, while Taehyung is just sitting up with his eyes closed.

“It’s time to breakfast boys! Seokjin and Yoongi cooked so let’s go before there’s no food left!”

Before I can leave, Jungkook grabs my arm.

“Stay with us. We can eat later. Tired. Want to sleep more,” he mumbles in his morning voice.

I blush, partly because of the contact and partly because of his voice.

“C’mon boys or else I’m going to tickle you more.” The threat seems to partly work, as Jimin and Taehyung’s eyes both widen, and they dart out of bed and stumble sleepily out of the door.

But Jungkook continues to hold my arm and close his eyes.

“Please. Need more sleep. Tired.”

He has been holding my arm for too long, so I decide to be cruel and sneak a tickle under his arms. He shrieks and lets go of me.

“What was that for?!”

“For not getting up, you sleepy bunny,” you tease, “Now, get up or else more tickles.”

“Fine, fine. I’m coming.” Grumbling under his breath he gets out of the bed and walks to the door, dragging me along with him. We go downstairs to the kitchen table where everyone else is now seated.

“Look who finally decided to wake up!” Seokjin says, pointing his finger playfully at Jungkook.

“Whatever hyung. Why did you tell y/n to tickle me?” Jungkook whines, while sitting down and tugging me into the seat next to him. He starts helping himself to pancakes. I do the same.

“Because that’s the only way to wake up you maknaes,” Namjoon says, “And I wanted y/n to get more comfortable with all of us.”

I do a small smile before stuffing my face with the best pancakes I have tasted in my life.

After chewing and swallowing I say, “Oh, don’t worry about me being comfortable. It’s your house and your life and I’ll be gone in a month anyways.”

“It may be our house, but we still want you to feel comfortable y/n. Tell us if you’re ever uncomfortable with any of our actions,” Yoongi says. His expression is weirdly unreadable again.

“Thank you again! I promise I will come up with a way to repay you. That reminds me! How much rent do you want me to pay for the month?”

At this question Seokjin and Namjoon exchange a glance, then Seokjin responds, “About that, since it’s such a short amount of time we don’t and won’t accept any money. I’m serious, y/n. As a college student you’re probably swimming in debt already and there’s no need when we are making enough to support everyone.”

I’m about to protest but stop when I realize he’s right. My college is expensive, and I can barely afford to go as is. But I then make it my personal mission to find a way to pay them back.

“Thank you so much Seokjin. Actually, thank you to all of you. Without you I’d probably be back in my ex’s apartment or on my friend’s floor.” I say gratefully.

“Call me Jin. And you’re welcome you silly kid! Anyway, what are everyone’s plans for the day?”

It’s a Saturday morning, so I’m assuming that they don’t have many plans. But I was wrong.

“I have to go to the studio to work so I’ll maybe be back in time for dinner,” Yoongi says, bringing his plate over to the kitchen.

“Hobi and I have to go to our studio too!” Jimin says excitedly, after which Hoseok ruffles his hair and smiles at him. I look at them and smile a bit sadly, wishing Hoseok and I got along a bit more.

“I’m working on my lesson plans for the upcoming school year, so I’ll probably be at Jin’s restaurant,” Namjoon says.

Wait, restaurant? I thought Jin was an actor!

I must look confused because Jin then says, “Ah, yes y/n I own a restaurant called Serendipity. I opened it after my acting career skyrocketed. You’re also probably wondering what everyone’s jobs are. I’m an actor and owner of that restaurant, Yoongi is a-“

“I already told her I’m a music producer Jin-hyung,” Yoongi interrupts.

“Aish, just let me finish Yoongi!” Jin shakes his head at Yoongi, “So, as I was saying, Yoongi is a music producer, Hobi and Jimin own a dance studio together called Epiphany, Joonie is a high school teacher, Jungkookie is going to be a senior in college where he’s majoring in cinematography, and TaeTae is a fashion designer.”

Wow, that’s a really diverse group of careers! I wonder why I haven’t heard of Jin’s acting? He must be pretty popular.

“That’s so cool! Everyone’s jobs are so diverse,” I gush, “A high school teacher and a fashion designer? Wow you guys are some talented humans.”

“I like to think so,” Hoseok says icily, “After all, we did work really hard to get to where we are now.” I can see the other boys looking at Hoseok with furrowed brows, but I know by now that this is how our relationship is going to be I until I move out. I decide to be polite, even though his words still sting.

“Yes, your hard work paid off!” I say cheerfully, grabbing his empty plate and carrying it with mine over to the sink. He looks a bit taken back at the gesture but quickly recovers.

“C’mom Hobi-hyung! We have to go get ready now or we won’t be able to make it to the studio on time!” Jimin rushes Hoseok upstairs and Namjoon disappears soon after.

I check the time; 9:23 am. They must have a full day ahead of them, so I offer to do the dishes. Yoongi accepts, ignoring Jin’s protests and practically pushes him up the stairs saying, “You know you have to go to the restaurant today, so don’t be late.”

All this leaves is Jungkook and Taehyung, whom both are in the living room now watching tv. Since Jungkook is a college student, I know he probably doesn’t have anything to do but I’m surprised Taehyung doesn’t have any work today.

“Oh, and y/n?” Yoongi asks, leaning on the balcony rail outside his room after successfully shoving Jin into his respective room, “Your job today is to watch those two in the living room. You never know what kind of things they’re going to do, so please make sure they don’t burn the house down or some other horrible life-changing thing!” And with that, he goes into his room and shuts the door.

Guess I’m on babysitting duty today with the literal babies of the group. I can only hope that I don’t fail and the house burns down.

I wander into the living room, seeing that both boys are now on their phones and ignoring the news playing on the tv.

“…hey guys. My job today is to ‘babysit’ you per Yoongi’s request.”

“Hey! We’re not children. We don’t need babysitting,” Jungkook pouts.

“I know but he said that he doesn’t want you guys to burn the house down,” I shrug, not sure what to say.

“That was one time!” Taehyung cries out.

“What do you mean, one time? You’re telling me you actually burned a house down?” Now I’m scared to babysit them because I’m fearing for my own safety.

Jungkook laughs at my expression and then says, “No! No, we didn’t burn down a house. We just lit the toaster on fire accidentally.”

I breathe a sigh of relief. Thank goodness.

“You should’ve seen your face y/n! You actually thought we burned a house down!” Taehyung and Jungkook both start laughing hysterically.

“I don’t think it was that funny.” I cross my arms and glare at the two.

“It wasn’t funny, it was hilarious,” Jungkook giggles.

“What was hilarious?” By now, Hoseok and Jimin are downstairs and getting their shoes on.

“Hobi-hyung! Y/n over here thought that we burned a house down!” Taehyung exclaims.

“Oh, that story. Y/n, they wouldn’t be so stupid as to burn down a house.”

That word. Stupid. He’s calling me stupid right? Basically. He’s saying I’m stupid. Maybe I am stupid for assuming they would burn a house down. I mean, what kind of person thinks that? Me. I’m such an idiot, no wonder Hoseok doesn’t like me. And no wonder-

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Jimin is voice interrupts my thoughts. I snap out of it. I’m not with my ex. My ex is gone. I won’t ever have to deal with him again.

“O-oh. Yes, I’m fine.” My voice is a bit wobbly still and my heart is still racing.

“Okay, you sure?” Jimin asks, concerned.

“Yes, I’m fine, thanks for asking.” I say, then, trying to distract from me, I ask him “Don’t you and Hoseok need to go? You don’t want to be late.”

“She’s right Jimin we have to go now or else we’re going to be late. Bye everyone.” Hoseok grabs Jimin’s arm and they take their leave.

“You know you can call him Hobi, right y/n?” Jungkook asks me.

“Yeah, almost no one calls him by his real name,” Taehyung agrees.

“Well…” I’m not sure how to explain that Hoseok asked me to call him by his real name.

“I just don’t feel comfortable calling him by his real name because I don’t know you guys well enough for that.” I hope that that’s a good enough reason for them.

“But you call Jin-hyung by his nickname!” Jungkook points out.

Dang. I forgot about that.

“He asked me to call him that! Until Hoseok asks me to call him ‘Hobi’ I will continue to call him Hoseok.”

“Okay fine but you know you can call me Tae or TaeTae like everyone else,” Taehyung says.

“Ooh me too! Feel free to call me Kook or Kookie or Jungkookie!” Jungkook is very enthusiastic about me calling him by a nickname.

“Or you could call him baby bunny,” Taehyung says slyly.

“I am NOT a baby bunny!” Jungkook pushes Taehyung into the couch cushions.

“You sure look like one, baby bunny Jungkook,” Taehyung teases.

The two then get into sort of a wrestling match on the couch.

“Guys! Quit it, I can’t let Yoongi see I’m failing at babysitting you this early in the day,” I plead at them.

“I think Yoongi can see for himself how it’s going with the babysitting.”

Oh crap, Yoongi. I turn around and see him standing them with Jin.

I smile sheepishly, then say “Oh, hi Yoongi! Don’t worry, I can totally handle these two.”

“Uh-huh. And I can see how that’s going.” He quirks an eyebrow up, and Jin crosses his arms. Both look at me like they’re scolding me, but I know they don’t mean it by the gleams in their eyes.

“Fine! You get them to stop wrestling!” I throw my arms up in mock frustration.

“Okay, we will.”

Yoongi and Jin walk over to the wrestling boys on the couch and each grab one shirt collar and drag them apart. Jin grabs Jungkook and Yoongi grabs Taehyung.

“Hey!”

“Hyung!”

“You brats need to stop making y/n’s life so difficult. If I find out that you weren’t good for her, there will be punishment,” Jin threatens.

The boys stop trying to fight and relax in their hyungs’ holds, defeated. I wonder what type of ‘punishment’ Jin’s given them before that makes them so scared.

“Okay Jin-hyung, we’ll be good for y/n.”

“That’s a good boy! Now, we have to go, but make sure that you behave!” Jin praises.

Namjoon walks down the stairs, ready to leave as well.

“What’s going on guys?” He asks, confused at the situation on the couch.

“Nothing. We got it handled. Let’s go!” Yoongi says, letting go of Taehyung.

After Jin lets Jungkook go the trio heads out with choruses of “Good-bye!” And “Behave you two!”

The door shuts and I am alone with the two youngest of the group.

“So…what should we do now?”

here’s chapter two! hope you enjoyed reading. I am trying to write a chapter per week, so hopefully I can keep that up! Thanks for reading! :)

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